"… But he's not my son~"
Hearing Eva's sudden words after she interrupted her, and seeing how she gently tilted her body to the side, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear with a playful smile, Annabelle felt her rage swell even more intensely.
But was Eva done with her speech?
… Unfortunately for her, that was a no. Eva still had more to say, and so, she continued.
"He is my MAN."
The words that left Eva's lips in that moment were filled with her overwhelming feelings, and her affection… was palpable, like an all-consuming fire.
Her infatuation, stronger than ever, even seemed to radiate from her eyes, from the curve of her mouth, and from the way her voice softened and sharpened all at once, as she continued.
"What he says goes… be it something wrong, or something right."
"I have never cared… all that matters is what he wishes."
"But…"
Seemingly realizing that her words were hitting where it hurt for Annabelle, Eva asked, "… Why are you making that kind of expression?"
