Amara pressed her lips together hard.
“Oh my God,” she muttered under her breath.
“What?” Elias asked flatly.
Amara pointed her fork at him dramatically.
“Are you seriously planning to attend meetings looking like that?”
Elias frowned slightly. “Looking like what?”
“That.” She waved her hand toward his face. “That bedroom-eyes thing you have going on right now.”
His expression immediately darkened with offense.
Elias stared at her like she had lost her mind. “I look perfectly normal.”
Amara snickered again.
Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening cut through their argument.
Both of them stopped mid-sentence. Elias’s jaw tightened instantly as he turned toward the entrance.
A second later, Bianca walked in.
The clicking sound of her heels echoed against the marble floor as she stepped into the living room with a designer bag hanging from her shoulder.
She wore a fitted beige dress that hugged her body tightly, the soft fabric molding to every curve so perfectly it almost blurred the line between where the dress ended and her skin began. The material wrapped around her waist and hips like a second layer, leaving very little to the imagination.
Amara’s expression fell so fast it was almost painful to watch.
In the morning he had attended her grandpa’s funeral.
And at night, his mistress already had access to walk into his house whenever she wanted.
The warmth disappeared from Amara’s face instantly, her lips pressing into a thin line as disbelief and fury flashed across her eyes.
Elias straightened immediately, displeasure darkening his face the second he saw Bianca standing there. His brows pulled together sharply, irritation flickering across his expression before he could even speak.
But before a word left his mouth, Amara suddenly moved.
She snatched her hands away from him roughly, the movement fast and sharp enough to make the dishes on the table rattle. Then she turned around and started grabbing the plates and bowls off the table with harsh, angry movements.
Then she spun around sharply.
The dishes on the dining table rattled loudly as she grabbed plates one after another and stormed toward the kitchen.
“I’m not finished eating yet,” Elias complained loudly behind her.
Amara ignored him completely.
A loud clang echoed from the kitchen a second later.
Then another.
And another.
She was throwing cutlery into the sink with enough force to make the entire kitchen rattle.
