Chapter 79: Out of Proportion
"What is this?!"
Annie’s furious voice pierced the quiet of the room, followed by a crumpled receipt flying through the air, smacking Duncan squarely in the face.
Duncan barely flinched. He calmly set his glass of wine on the desk and unfolded the crinkled paper with deliberate ease. His eyes skimmed the contents before a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Don’t you know how to read? It says flowers," he said with oozing nonchalance.
"Are you stupid?" Annie spat in a trembling voice, barely containing her rage. "I’m not asking you to read it to me, Duncan. I’m asking why you have this. Who did you buy these flowers for?" Her words hit like a whip, sharp and unforgiving.
Duncan leaned back in his chair, his expression annoyingly casual, almost amused. "So, what? Are you digging through the trash now? That receipt was thrown away for a reason," he said dismissively, attempting to steer the conversation away.
"Don’t you dare try to dodge this!" Annie slammed her hand down on the desk, making his glass of wine tremble. Her eyes burned with fury, her voice rising with each word. "Who did you give those flowers to? Was it her? Are you still running after her, Duncan? After everything we’ve been through?"
Duncan’s smirk faded, his jaw tightening slightly as he met her gaze with a hint of annoyance. "You’re blowing this out of proportion, Annie. It’s just flowers. Nothing more. Stop acting like it’s the end of the world."
"Just flowers?" Annie’s voice cracked equal parts anger and hurt. She took a step closer, her hands balled into fists. "Do you think I’m that stupid? Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing? You’re still hung up on her, aren’t you? After all the lies, the excuses, the betrayals—you’re still chasing her!"
Duncan’s calm exterior finally started to falter. He rose from his chair, his towering presence adding weight to his growing irritation. "I don’t owe you an explanation, Annie. Not about this, not about anything."