Freya's POV
I shot him a look. This man was seriously impossible to figure out.
I quickly used the ladle to scoop up the seafood again, stood up, and placed it in Jordan Kenneth's bowl.
"Thank you, Ms. Colby." Jordan thanked me awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable before turning to Mack Ben. "Mr. Ben, don't worry. We colleagues always watch out for each other."
"Don't stress about it. I'm not a child. I can handle myself." I said this to put Mack at ease.
When it came to independence, I had mastered that skill long ago.
Mack had deliberately invited people to dinner just to deliver these polite warnings. He was making things difficult for them, sending a clear message both openly and subtly that I belonged to him, so no one else should get any ideas.
He had no real intention of wanting others to look after me.
With his possessive nature, if Jordan actually did try to take care of me, Mack would turn into the most jealous man in the city.
