Larissa certainly felt victorious now that she had managed to anger Carabella. She sipped her coffee slowly, swirling the cup. If she hadn't been so clingy to Jefferson, he certainly wouldn't have taken the initiative to massage her feet. Now it remained to be seen how Jefferson would react to Carabella's congratulations.
"Carabella, hearing what you said earlier, I can't wait to marry Jefferson."
Carabella smiled warmly, resting her head on her fiancé's broad shoulder. She'd actually done it on purpose as revenge for angering him earlier. She wondered how Jefferson would react to this unexpected scene. For some reason, he'd never been childish, but now he was acting out of pure jealousy.
"You seem to be in a hurry, Larissa. I want to marry Flint too."
His right hand clutched the gray shirt he was currently wearing. He silently apologized to his beloved assistant for angering her. Was this a subtle form of revenge?
