BELLA
I watched him closely, noting the subtle twitch of his jaw as he struggled to keep his expression neutral.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, voice deceptively calm.
The bastard had the nerve to pretend he didn’t know exactly what I meant.
I leaned forward. “You know damn well what I’m talking about,” I growled, my eyes narrowing. “So stop playing dumb and just answer the question!”
No matter how many times I replayed the situation in my mind, I still couldn’t understand what had driven him to such a low. Why would he do something like that? Was it jealousy? Insecurity? Spite?
“Are you threatened by my designs?” I demanded. “Is that it? Because I refuse to believe you did this just out of petty jealousy.”
He blinked, still holding onto his denial like a lifeline. “I don’
