Aria stared at Sebastian, the accusation hanging between them. He met her gaze, unbothered, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk that ignited a fresh wave of irritation in her.
“If you suspected it was Henri, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” she asked, her voice steady despite the fury simmering beneath.
Sebastian uncrossed his arms, pushing off the desk and taking a slow step towards her. “Because, my dear fiancée, sometimes it’s better to watch your enemy make the first move. Now that he has, we have the perfect excuse to retaliate without appearing like the aggressors. Those were your words not mine.”
Her eyes narrowed as she measured his words, the logic undeniable, and like he said, that was what she wanted. “Fine. If that’s how it is, then it’s time we take the gloves off,”
