I cast a cold, indifferent glance at Scarlett. Her expression had not changed from last night. There was no guilt, no regret. If anything, her eyes still carried that same subtle hint of provocation.
I slowly made my way downstairs, taking my time as I approached them. I sat next to Caleb, picked up the coffee from the table and took a sip before finally speaking, my tone as calm as the surface of still water.
"It's just a necklace," I said. "I don't want it, after all. There's no need to make a fuss over something so trivial. If Miss Myers likes it, then she can have it. I won't stand in the way."
"You are so kind and generous, Ma'am, but this necklace wasn't a gift. It's a reward from Mr. Martin. Even if you don't want it, it still holds great value to me."
"I told you to apologize. Why are you talking too much to my wife?" His face darkened slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features.
"I deeply apologize, Mrs. Martin. I misunderstood. I'll be more careful in the future," she said, but her words were dripping with insincerity. It did not sound like an apology at all. If anything, she seemed more like someone flaunting their power.