"If Ms. Taylor insulted my wife, splashing water was going easy on her!"
Carlos said coolly, "Besides, my wife doesn't tolerate any women around me. I made that perfectly clear this morning."
Nina let out a scornful chuckle. She never imagined they'd be this unexpectedly united. How pathetic.
"Fine. Then there's nothing left to say. Waiter—check, please!"
Alicia kept her eyes downcast, not daring to glance at Carlos. Only after Nina stormed off did the man at a nearby table tuck away his miniature camera.
Carlos slid an arm around Alicia's waist—only for her to shove him away with visible revulsion.
Just then, the man in the black baseball cap left some cash on the table, pocketed the camera, and slipped out. The furtive movements of a paparazzo caught Carlos's attention, his piercin
