I was about to speak when Lydia's words echoed in my mind. I smiled at Lydia and said, "Are you jealous?"
"What?" Lydia was taken aback. She stopped in her tracks and stared at me with shock. How did I reach that conclusion? "Well, you are so upset because I have a fiancée. the only explanation is that you are jealous," I said with a chuckle.
"You—" Lydia was glaring at me.
My smile just got wider, and I felt I had to straighten her out. She baldly stated, "I'm not jealous! There's no reason to be."
But I was sure that Lydia was jealous. Why else would she be upset that I was flirting with her when I had a fiancée?
My heart felt light for some unexplained reason. I smiled and told her, "I'm taking you to the hospital for a checkup."
Before Lydia could figure out what I did, I lifted
