Evangeline turned and faced him her jaw set as she looked at Dekka in silence for several long moments.
"I don't want you to eat the ring, I don't want you to grovel at my feet or lick my boots," Evangeline started out with a deep sigh, looking down at Wesley for a moment before looking back up.
"For one I don't know why me returning that ring angered you so much. It wasn't an engagement ring, it definitely wasn't a marriage ring, it was something you stole. Second off, does it really matter if he is your son or not? Wouldn't it just be simpler to let me raise him by myself? I won't let him grow up with a womanizing father with little to no respect with an ego few could match. Plus, you aren't one to stick around you are a drifter, and I will not subject my child to such heart break. Last, but not least, you still chase after the Grand Duchess, which, if Wesley was your son, would put him in danger of facing the wrath of the Grand Duke when he finally has enough of it."