Charles’ POV
“Charles, you're trying to drive me insane, dragging me around like this, you brute!” she said furiously, as I practically hauled her like a caveman.
I turned to her as we neared the ballroom.
“Why were you chatting with him?” I asked, irritated, though I don't even know why.
She raised an eyebrow as if she didn’t understand my question, but she knew exactly what I was talking about.
“With whom?” she asked sarcastically.
I became angrier.
“You know very well, Yala. I overheard part of your conversation, and you were all over him.” I said through gritted teeth. I could not understand why I was reacting this way, just by seeing her so close to another man.
She smiled widely, but then took on a serious expression before responding
“It's none of your business whom I talk
