Jordan came back to his senses and, right in front of his fiancée Clarice, reached out and held Lydia's hand.
Lydia didn't waste the chance—she touched her cheek with the other hand, ever so subtly.
Clarice caught it instantly. It was obvious Lydia had already tattled to Jordan before they came, making a big deal out of the slap. That little move was just to jog his memory.
Sure enough, the way Jordan looked at Clarice went a little cold.
Clarice smiled lightly, pretending nothing had happened. She blinked, batting her lashes at him flirtatiously, just to get under Lydia's skin.
"Jordan, why're you staring at me like that?" she said sweetly, her tone soft and teasing, not losing out to Lydia's act at all.
Lydia's eyes practically went red from the rage. If Jordan hadn't
