"Ridiculous?" Liam let out a low chuckle, the sound grating against my nerves. He was savoring this moment, wringing every drop of discomfort out of me with that infuriatingly casual demeanor. "You should've seen the way he was looking at you. Trust me, if that's not a man on a mission, I don't know what is."
I clenched my jaw so tight it hurt, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, I poured myself into the cappuccino like it was a lifeline — meticulously swirling the foam until it was just right, wiping the rim of the cup with precision, adjusting the placement on the saucer. Focusing on the tiniest details, tying to regain control of the storm brewing inside me.
Finally, I turned to him slowly, my expression was carefully set, neutral yet edged with just enough irritation to keep him in check. "How exactly was he looking at me, Liam?" My tone was calm on the surface, but underneath it was a simmering challenge.
