Thomas released her and Eleanor sat back down, wishing she had never stood up in the first place. What was he up to?
She hoped that Thomas would move away, but instead, he stood beside her and rested his hand on the back of her chair.
“So, what have you decided?” Thomas asked, looking down at Eleanor and then at Henry.
Henry, whose expression clearly showed his displeasure. Eleanor wondered whether Thomas knew he was the cause of it.
But then again, they had almost come to blows earlier. They already knew they didn’t like each other.
Was Henry the reason Thomas was suddenly acting like a loving possessive husband? Trying to mark his territory, or whatever?
The idea disgusted Eleanor. Thomas didn’t love her, he just wanted to show off in front of Henry and maybe warn him off her.
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