Noticing Felicia's attempt to leave after barely touching her meal, Jadon frowned, ready to say something to her.
But before he could, Anya spoke up, "Miss Baroni, since you're done eating, why don't you head upstairs and get some rest? I really appreciate your help this afternoon."
Felicia shivered at Anya's words.
She subconsciously quickened her pace and hurried upstairs.
Jadon watched her go, a knot of unease forming in his stomach. He turned to Anya, who had a soft smile on her face.
"What's with the stare, Jadon?"
Anya asked as if she feared he'd figured something out.
"How was your time with Felicia this afternoon?"
he asked, which only fueled Anya's irritation.
It was obvious that he only cared about Felicia.
"I got along just fine with Miss Baroni. Why do you ask?" Anya
