Immediately Cora snapped out of her daze, blinking quickly, and shook her head. "No," she replied a little too quickly. "Nothing is wrong. Why would I be suspecting anything?" She gave a faint, dismissive laugh, trying to push the moment aside.
But as she spoke, her own words betrayed her. The more she denied, the more it felt as if Oliver's question carried a truth she hadn't realized until now. In her mind, she thought, Why am I acting like this? Why does it feel as if I'm jealous… as if Oliver belongs to me?
The thought stung her, almost embarrassing in its clarity. It was as if she had answered her own question, Oliver was right. Her actions were giving her away. She was behaving like they were dating, like she had the right to suspect him. She bit her lip silently, chastising herself.
'What is wrong with me, by the way?'
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