Jordan closed the distance and pressed a quick peck on Angela’s cheek. The smug act softened her expression, making her grin spread into a wide, almost mocking smirk as she turned her gaze deliberately toward Chloe.
“So this is the fake girlfriend?” she sneered, her eyes lingering on Chloe even though the question was directed at Jordan.
Jordan slid his arm around Angela’s slim waist, his posture both protective and dramatic. “Meet my lady, Angela Cranes, in person,” he said pointedly to Chloe. “That is a privilege a lot of people can’t boast of.”
Chloe sighed quietly, a dull ache settling in her chest. She wasn’t sure what to make of the silly spectacle unfolding before her. Still, she managed to muster a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Angela Cranes. You look very pretty.”
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