Annabelle bit her lip. She did feel uncomfortable, but she wasn’t like some people who couldn’t tell the difference between jealousy and rage.
She understood that Kendrick dancing with Eleanor was just a formality, a gesture in the business world to show that the Gregory and Duncan families would soon collaborate. Even though she wasn’t a businessperson, she understood the logic behind it.
“I’m not that childish.”
Kendrick smirked, nibbling on her lip. Despite being on the brink of losing control, he patiently explained, “Don’t worry. When I danced with her, we were eight feet apart. A third person could have fit between us.”
Annabelle imagined the scene and couldn’t help but smile.
As they spoke, his hand had already found its way down her smooth spine, inching lower, making Annabell
