Elena’s POV
Glenda’s eyes blazed with fire as she sent me a glare. Her chest rose and fell heavily, in sync with her ragged breath of fury.
After hearing my words, she became even more mad. Losing control, she raised her hand and pointed a finger at me, accusing me almost desperately, “Don’t you dare deny it! I saw the way he looked at you during the fight. And now, here you are, alone together. What else am I supposed to think?”
An involuntary sneer escaped my lips. Oh, so now, how her husband has acted has become my responsibility?
I wanted to shake my head at how ridiculous she was being.
Raising my brows, I tilted my head and smirked. “Think whatever helps you sleep at night. But don’t drag me into your insecurities.”
“Glenda, it’s not what it looks like. I was just…” Bryson rush
