"You really shouldn't be here, Amelia," Yellen said, his face darkening with frustration.
He wanted to avoid any more personal interaction with her until he could make sense of the strange aura she seemed to carry, which he feared might cloud his judgment.
Amelia, however, saw his words as a weak attempt to dodge the truth, a way to maintain a facade of normalcy in front of Eve.
There was no way she was letting this opportunity slip away.
After all, she had caught Yellen in a moment of apparent attraction the last time they met.
"Scared now that she's here? Not willing to admit our connection?" Amelia challenged, pointing dismissively at Eve.
"Ms. Lancelot, since you know I'm here, why come over and flirt with my husband in front of me? Is that really how you get your kicks?" Eve ask
