REMY’S POV.

I looked away, swallowing the urge to say her name. Isla. God, it was almost on the tip of my tongue, threatening to spill out.

But no, I’d wait. For her. I’d always wait for her.

Leaning back, I drained the rest of my glass in one long, burning swallow. “My love life isn’t your business,” I said finally, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “But marriage suits you. Crazy, huh? I remember you begging.”

Jinhai frowned instantly, the effect was ...