He stood up abruptly, pressing my phone down. “That’s not what I meant.”
Surprised, I looked up and met his gaze, which was filled with confusion.
“I mean, I’m glad you’re getting along with her,” he clarified.
Understanding washed over me, and I felt a strange mix of relief and something else I couldn’t quite place.
In the past, I had cared too deeply for Landon, which made me hostile toward Brittany. I not only ignored her posts on Instagram, but whenever I stumbled across something related to them, I would seize the opportunity to scold both of them. Landon grew weary of our constant arguments, often calling me a shrew.
I offered a noncommittal smile, then excused myself to the bathroom. After a soothing bath, I subconsciously made my way back to the master bedroom. However, just as my hand grasped the doorknob, I heard a man's gentle voice from inside.
“Fool, if you promise not to touch her, I won’t. Trust me.”
“Be good. I’ll accompany you tomorrow. Go to sleep.”
My heart sank as I released the doorknob and turned away, heading instead to the study.
As dawn broke, I was jolted awake by the sound of the door opening. Landon stood in the doorway, his eyes dark and unreadable.