Nathan was still watching me, his expression unreadable, but his knuckles had gone white from the way he clenched his utensils. His possessiveness was like a wildfire, spreading through the room, suffocating, and thick.
Anne cleared her throat again, louder this time. “Lisa,” she said, forcing a smile. “That dress is… quite too tight for you, seeing that you are pregnant, don’t you think?”
How did she know I was pregnant?
I turned to her, my smirk widening. “Oh? I didn’t realize there was a dress code for pregnancy.” I traced the rim of my glass with my finger, pretending to be deep in thought. “Or… is it that you don’t like it?”
She forced a smile, but she kept her voice pleasant. “I’m just… concerned. I mean, considering how tight the dress—”
Nathan cut her off, his voice sharp. “Li
