“You are actually insane”, Aria whispered incredulously. “Didn't I say I didn't want to pay for my painting?”“I’m the one paying for your painting,” he whispered back, his breath hot on her ears and sending electricity through her spine. “You know the painting would be in our hands no matter what, right?”, she asked, raising an eyebrow and trying not to be too affected by her husband’s overwhelming aura.He’d silenced a full room of powerful people and basically stolen away all their rights to bid, all without losing his suaveness for a single second. He was what she imagined her grandfather would be like in his early days.Aston gave her a little quirk of his lips. “That’s still our son, and I wouldn't let anyone get even minute bragging rights to the painting of my son when I'm sitting right here, lady Beaumont,” he absently played with her hair. “What kind of father would that make me?” Aria rolled her eyes.“You keep saying 'our.' I’m half convinced you were there when I gave
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