"Having dinner with Adrian again tonight?" Blaze's voice was edged with ice. When Cecilia didn't respond, he let out a short, bitter laugh, twisting the knife deeper. "So that's a yes? Since when did you two become so close? Were you seeing him behind my back all this time?"
"Enough, Blaze! Why are you always like this?!"
Cecilia's voice cracked with anger.
She wasn't even thinking about Adrian—she was worried about him, about the retaliation from Ethan Group that could hurt Blaze. But he twisted her concern into something dirty and cheap.
Did every man who spoke to her have to become her supposed lover in his eyes?
When did things between them turn into this—nothing but doubt, suspicion, and mistrust? The tenderness they once shared had long been swallowed by cold distance.
