Miles’s POV
Why isn’t Xander concentrating on the presentation? His eyes are somewhere else entirely. I follow his gaze—and my jaw nearly hits the floor. He’s staring at Daphne. My wife.
What the f**k?
The look on her face tells me she feels it too—uncomfortable and stiff, trying to pretend she doesn’t notice. But she does. He’s not being subtle.
“Mr. Xander,” I say, my voice laced with barely restrained irritation, “are you even listening to the presentation?”
He flinches slightly, caught in the act. His gaze snaps back to me, and he offers a sheepish smile.
“Of course I am,” he replies, that same irritating smile plastered on his face. “You can continue.”
He gestures toward my staff, who hesitantly pick up where they left off. This time, he keeps his eyes on the projector. I glanc
