Marry My Billionaire Second Husband

"But why wouldn’t you want to marry Emmeline?" Amelia asked, bemused. "She’s a Hawthorne."

Or at the very least, Amelia would bet every dime and dollar she had that if Caleb Walton was given the chance, he would jump at it, Kelsie Friesent be damned. Marrying a Hawthorne meant marrying into Solara royalty― they certainly were richer than many royal families across the world.

Aiden made a face. "Marrying Emmeline is akin to suicide," he said. "I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Emmeline Hawthorne is such a stick in the mud that she has not a single fun bone in her body. Fucking her is equivalent to trying to stick it into a dead fish― not something enjoyable to experience."

This time, it was Amelia’s turn to wince. Every drop of blood in her body curdled at the vivid description.

"Thank you but no thank you," Amelia said. "I did not need that visualization of what my cousin could possibly be like in bed."

That mental image was scarring, and Amelia hated how descriptive Aiden was in describing a hypothetical situation. It was almost as though he was lamenting about a grievous unfortunate experience he had.

"Exactly my point," Aiden said. "Come on, Amelia, I like my fun. You know it, I know it, the whole of Solara knows it. I’m sure even Emmeline herself knows that even if we get married, sticking to just her for the rest of my life is an impossible task."

"Ever the heartbreaker, aren’t you?" Amelia said with a lopsided grin.

Thank goodness she wasn’t marrying this Montgomery brother. While she felt plenty less antagonistic towards Aiden after how he had stayed with her at the hospital when Matteo couldn’t be around, she wasn’t entirely fond of him either.