Fenella’s POV
During the ride, I remained silent without saying anything. Laird also seemed reluctant to bring up the issue from earlier. Slowly, Laird cleared his throat after a few glances at my face.
"So, what really happened earlier?" he asked from behind the wheel.
I was still hesitant to answer and chose to stay quiet. My fingers intertwined, and I squeezed my hands anxiously. Honestly, I was afraid to talk to him about this.
What if this was a sensitive topic for him? What if he felt his masculinity was challenged? Various anxious questions raced through my mind.
"Fenella?" Laird urged me again to speak.
After taking a deep breath, I finally responded. My hands ran through my long hair again, and I cleared my throat lightly.
"Is Rebecca really your boss?" I asked.
"Actually,
