It spread through her like wildfire, unbidden and unreasonable.
She could picture them—the countless faceless women typing away, dreaming of slipping under his sheets, of touching him where only she had the right to. The sheer boldness of the fantasies made her blood boil.
Her vision blurred for a second, her eyes clouded, her throat tight.
And then—
SLAM.
She threw the phone down onto the mattress with such force that the sound made even Fu Jingrong glance her way.
Her chest heaved once, twice. Her lips pressed into a thin, trembling line.
How dare they.
No matter how much she tried to reason with herself, no matter how many times she told herself that he belonged to no one—at least not officially—her heart screamed otherwise.
Fu Jingrong's brow arched ever so slightly as he caught the flicker of emotion on her face. His hand stilled mid-motion, towel hanging loosely at his side.
