NovelEnglishHis eyes turned ice cold instantly, his voice dropping to a warning whisper. "Jane, Your boldness continues to surprisemore and more. We're not divorced yet." "I'm aware," I replied, lifting my head defiantly. "In a place as crowded as this, what could happen between Mark and me?" "Chwith me!" His tone was as commanding as ever, his hand gripping mine, ready to dragaway.
I tried to pull free, only to hear him say, "He and Dorothy got called away by Gladys. Do you want to freeze out here?" Clearly, Mark wouldn't be showing up anytsoon.
Reluctantly, I stopped struggling. After all, I had a crucial discussion pending with Bryant tonight.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Let go. I can walk by myself," I insisted.
He ignored my protest, draggingto the car.
A spark of anger flared within me. I quickly sent a message to Mark, informing him I had to leave early. Then, without waiting to get home, I pulled up a video and thrust my phone before Bryant.
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Ê 208/209 The car filled with the suggestive sounds from the video! Probably thinking we were spicing up our evening with porn, the driver discreetly raised the privacy screen.
Bryant didn't look at the phone but stared atinstead. "You've started watching this sort of thing now?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Just keep watching," I urged, my arm growing tired, and I handed the phone to Bryant.
As the unmistakable voices of Albert and Margaret emanated from the device, Bryant's expression turned frosty.
The recorded conversation was utterly unsuitable for polite company, made all the worse because the speakers were his father and the woman he adored! Bryant gavea chilling glance before fiddling with the screen.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Deleting it won't help," I pointed out, having expected the move. "I've made backups." The evidence I had so painstakingly gathered wasn't something I would lose through carelessness.
Yet, aside from the chill, I couldn't detect any additional emotion on his face. He tossed the phone aside, his gaze deep and unreadable. “You delete it. It's an eyesore." Turning to look at him, I tried to gauge his reaction. "Bryant, you're not mad?" "What? Are you disappointed?" His voice was cold and detached. “Jane, I'm not a fool. I didn't need you to throw this evidence in my face." My eyes widened in disbelief. "You knew about it already?" "To sextent," he replied, his tone noncommittal.
I clicked my tongue in frustration. "Then you are quite pitiful, yet so tolerant.” He asked, "Tolerant of what
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