Perhaps he noticed it because his expression shifted—just slightly—as if realizing he might have gone too far.
But before he could speak, the woman in his arms interrupted with a soft, trembling voice.
“Ridley, Agnes must have misunderstood something. She probably saw us standing together and got the wrong idea. You were only here for the party. I just didn’t get a chance to explain before she…”
Her voice trailed off, and right on cue, she revealed a fresh-looking scrape on her leg.
Ridley’s brow furrowed deeply. His gaze toward me turned cold.
“Agnes, how could you do this? If you had questions, you could have come to me. I could have explained.”
He looked back at Lynzee, hesitating before adding, “Lynzee is my good friend’s wife. I’m only here for their child’s fifth birthday. Was there any need to make such a scene? Apologize to her. Once you do, leave first—I’ll come home after the party.”
It was like he thought I was a fool.
I laughed at the insult and looked at him with a mocking smile.
“How come I didn’t know you had such a good friend? Could it be that the friend is yourself?”
A flicker of panic crossed his face, as if I had struck a nerve.