Bella's POV
My lips twisted into a mocking smile. "Just as I expected," I mused.
I folded my arms across my chest, letting that same sardonic smile play on my lips as I stared him down. "Lord Jasper, the person you should be questioning is Mrs. Sinclair, not me."
"You..." Jasper sputtered, his rage making his breathing ragged.
After hitting wall after wall with me, he'd finally figured out that sweet talk worked better than threats.
Jasper dialed back his tone, putting on a show of brotherly concern. "As your brother, I'm only looking out for you. If you'd just get married already, Grandma could finally stop worrying. Can you really stand watching her fret about you every single day?"
Jasper knew his argument was weak, so he dragged Ursula into it, hoping her name might carry some weight.
Too bad for him—I wasn't falling for it.
