Justin Sullivan was in a foul mood. To be precise, his temper had been volatile ever since he returned to the country.
"You're hurting me!" Georgia Thorne frowned, prying Justin Sullivan's fingers off one by one and taking a step back. "When did you get such a bad temper? You're not the Justin Sullivan I remember."
"I'm sorry. I got emotional," Justin Sullivan said, looking at her with remorse.
'A year is enough to change so much.' Looking at Justin Sullivan's successful appearance now, she could no longer see the man from back then, the one who held a paintbrush and dreamed of the future.
"Justin Sullivan, I went to Zane Lennox for help, not you, because you're my uncle. No one in this world would approve of us getting married."
"But we're not blood-related! Why can't we be together?" His temper, which had just subsided, flared up again. He looked at Georgia Thorne with deep affection. "I don't care! I don't care if people call it incest!"
"But I care!"
