Chapter 87: Mrs Jones
The loud booming voice captured everyone’s attention effortlessly.
Everyone including myself whipped our heads around, our curious eyes filled with anticipation scanned the room in a hurry before it finally landed on an unfamiliar face.
Standing by the main entrance to the exhibition hall was a lady who looked like she was around her 40s. She was clad in a long black dress. She had long silky blonde hair tied back into a half updo and her light green gleamed with an intense look swirling in the depths of her eyes. Her lips were curled upwards into an angry expression that masked her sharp features as we locked eyes.
From the corners of my eyes, I could see the smirk starting to morph itself onto Evelyn’s face. I was sure she planned all of this, it was no wonder she had that smug and arrogant look plastered across her face the moment she walked into this place.
It was right there and then when it clicked in my head and realisation dawned upon me. This must have been Mrs Jones, Henry’s wife. I was certain she saw the picture of her husband and I and immediately accused me of seducing her husband, falling for the rumours that spread around like a wildfire that couldn’t be tamed. She was the type of woman who only blamed the other woman, but never her own husband.
Before I knew it, she was already marching towards me, closing the distance between us in long, large strides, no more than a couple of seconds. Soon enough, she was standing face to face with me, so close that I could see the freckles that dotted her face and the wrinkles in her forehead.
Everyone else held their breaths and watched, waiting to see how the situation would unfold next as tension hung in the air between us like a thick blanket.
"You shameless slut!" Her shrill voice pierced through the air, her tone dripping with accusation as she narrowed her eyes into thin slits. I watched as she raised her arm in the heat of a moment as impulse clouded her judgement and her face darkened in an instant.
Her palm was only inches away from my cheek when I reached up and wrapped my fingers around her wrist. Gasps erupted from the crowd. I tightened my grasp around her arm, holding her back as I kept my gaze steady and my voice remained unwavering. I arched my brow at her as I let the words roll off the tip of my tongue.