First hand over the room card, then ask someone to take a bath, the visual might be too strong, making Oliver Bloom's face instantly clouded.
Elise Don gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"Oliver, after all, we haven't divorced yet, just separated. Am I really in such a rush to find a man? Or, in your eyes, am I so casual, flirting with you while looking for someone else."
"Flirting?" Oliver swiftly forgot his resolve to humble himself, "You call our time on the phone together flirting?"
He was so angry he couldn't sit still, "Saying such things not only insults me, it insults you too!"
"Elise, if you get close to someone else, given my position, shouldn't I ask a question?"
Oliver wore a dangerous warning on his face.
The storm was brewing, the atmosphere charged with imminent chaos.
Elise felt he was playing the victim, countering, "Your position?"
"What position?"
