Chapter 82: Three Is A Crowd
Emma sat on the edge of her bed, her gaze drifting to the sunlight streaming through the curtains.
She had finished dressing up, her outfit elegant yet casual—just enough for a simple lunch with an old friend. But her mind wasn't on Chris. Instead, it circled back to Alex, like it always seemed to these days.
What's he thinking right now? She wondered, her lips curling into a faint smile. It was almost noon, and she could imagine him pacing his office, pretending to be unbothered, yet stewing with jealousy.
Her laughter bubbled up as she remembered the look on his face the night before when Claire casually mentioned Chris.
His knuckles had turned white around his fork, and his jaw had tightened in that almost imperceptible way he probably thought no one noticed.
What a way to pretend he didn't care. She thought with a shake of her head, her smile still in place.
Her smile faded as another thought crept in. The kiss. Why did he apologize after kissing me if her seeing another man would bother him so much?
She wondered, frowning. The memory of his words—how he had looked her in the eyes and said it was a mistake that wouldn't happen again—clashed with the way his actions betrayed him.
He didn't look at her like she was just some business arrangement. His lingering gazes, his fleeting touches, the way his mood darkened at the mere mention of Chris... It doesn't add up. None of it seemed to make sense.
The more she thought about it the more she found herself believing what Claire had said about Alex being in love with her.
But if that were true, why was he holding back? She questioned, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees.