Aitana knew all about it. She had never accepted Joaquin’s feelings, and once she learned he had shady ties with nurses at his clinic, there was no way she could ever choose him.
“Dr. Legare has already lost,” Alex said calmly. “Unless he stoops to something as low as forcing her—which he won’t—he’ll never win her. Aitana is mine. And if he ever dares disrespect her, I won’t let him off easily.”
In Alex’s eyes, Joaquin was rational enough not to ruin his future over love. Still, Alex kept watch. If Joaquin crossed the line even once, he would appear instantly to protect her.
Hearing her grandson’s confidence, the old lady finally relaxed. “Good. My granddaughter-in-law won’t be snatched away.”
Alex gave her a helpless look. “Grandma, do you really not trust your grandson that much? How could someone take away the woman I’ve chosen? This is my lifelong happiness we’re talking about.”
York men were loyal to the core—once they loved, they loved for life. No matter how difficult the pursuit, they never backed down. And if they failed? They would rather stay single forever than love someone else.
Alex continued, his voice steady. “Dr. Legare is smart. He won’t do anything foolish. He’s torn, that’s all. He’s loved her for years—letting go isn’t easy. He’s trying to give it one last shot, but deep down, he knows the truth. If he were confident, he wouldn’t have come to talk to me.”