Connor stormed into the room and tossed Barrett onto the carpet without saying a word. He didn’t hit him again; he knew Chloe had really gone to town on him this time. Any more, and the guy might actually bite the dust today.
Connor settled into the couch, his presence as icy as a thousand-year-old glacier. “Barrett, who sent you?”
Barrett lay on the floor, barely able to move. He felt like every bone in his body was shattered, and even breathing was agony. He stayed silent.
Connor’s voice remained deep and cold, “If you don’t talk, I’ll bury you on this island tonight.”
Finally, Barrett spoke up. “No one sent me. I love Diana. I can’t help it.”
“Was it my sister? Did she put you up to this?” Connor’s question sounded more like a statement.
Truth be told, his heart was in pieces. It felt like someone had stabbed him right in the chest. He had always suspected Barrett’s attentiveness towards Diana had some ulterior motive, likely tied to Claire.
But he’d figured Barrett was just like Chloe’s role—a mere pawn to mess with his relationship with Diana. After all, in Claire’s eyes, Diana was the woman Connor had chosen.
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