Andrew sat on the couch lazily. Though he was with his friends, his mind was elsewhere, occupied by the woman who had never taken over his thoughts like that before.
"Andrew, are you seriously going to let your wife get away with humiliating you in public?" Sean asked.
"Don't say such things, Sean. You know how some women get. She was probably just jealous of my presence at the arena and wanted to get even with Andrew. That's why she played that trick to catch his attention." Beatrice blinked her eyes innocently.
Sean scoffed at her choice of words.
"You have a big heart, Beatrice. You can't see the evil in anyone. Not everyone is big-hearted like you. Elara is nothing like how you portray her. At first, I thought she was just a jealous wife, but she is something else. She really enjoys men looking at her."
Sean mocked Elara's character, while Andrew, who was still lost in his thoughts, was haunted by the image of Elara's cold eyes looking down at him with detachment.
