Adrian spent the rest of the evening pretending he wasn't bothered. Unfortunately, he was failing miserably. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Elena laughing with Marcus. Not that Marcus had done anything wrong. Not that Elena had done anything wrong either.
But the image still irritated him. Which was ridiculous. Because Elena was his wife, not his possession. Yet somehow the thought of another man making her smile left a sour taste in his mouth. He groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. This was getting out of control.
Meanwhile, Elena sat in her office trying– and failing–to focus on her sketches. Every few minutes she remembered Adrian’s expression earlier. The frown. The way he kept asking questions about Marcus. The obvious Jealousy. A smile kept threatening to appear on he
