Chapter 15 I Owe You One
I had yet to say a word but Jeremiah and Jack were already so eager to label me as unfaithful.
This was a rare moment of unity between them.
Before I could speak/ Eric chuckled coldly and voiced what exactly was on my mind, “When Jane was pushed down the stairs, you all failed to notice and care for her. I had just reached out to steady her, yet you’re this eager to throw accusations around. Anyone would think she’s your enemy from the way you’re acting.
“It must be tough on her to be family with people as blind and heartless as you all are.” Eric glanced at me with eyes full of sympathy.
I chuckled softly. His sharp tongue would never disappoint.
Sure enough, his words rendered the others silent Elsa’s expression turned especially sour. She forced a smile and hastily explained, “I didn’t mean to push Jane. I just lost my footing; it was just an accident.”
She could barely get through a complete sentence before her eyes reddened. She looked pitifully wronged.
Jeremiah and Jack hurried to comfort her. Once she was pacified, Jeremiah turned back to glare/ at Eric. “What are you doing here this late at night?” he demanded.
Before Eric could answer, I walked over and leaned into his arms. “What else could a man and woman be doing alone at night?”
The room fell into a suffocating silence.
Eric stiffened as he stared down at me in shock. I gave him a wink and silently begged him to cooperate with my act.
Since Jeremiah and Jack were here and my earlier plan to expose Elsa had failed, I on a different show. gured I’d put
If they were so keen on believing I had an unusual relationship with Eric, I’d let them be.
Jeremiah wanted to accuse me of what I had never done, so I’d make sure to disgust him.
Eric quickly caught on. He wrapped an arm around my waist and smiled knowingly. “That’s right.
I had no interest in dragging things out further. Just looking at their faces made my stomach churn in disgust.
I called for security to escort all three of them out along with the items Elsa had brought. Once the door was shut, I finally had peace.
Eric sat on the couch and looked at me in amusement. “Closing the door at this hour isn’t a great look. Now that it’s just the two of us, people might get the wrong idea.”
I stumbled slightly and almost lost my balance.
I sat across from him, glaring at him, “Can’t you be serious for once?”
Eric had many good qualities, but his sharp tongue could offend anyone. Of course, he had the privilege of not having to care about such things as a Flint.
With a sigh, I said in a serious tone, “Still, thank you for what you did earlier. Sorry for dragging you into this mess and tarnishing your reputation. I owe you one.”
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