I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay silent, though a very violent thought crossed my mind—one involving grabbing her face and introducing it to the nearest window.
I forced myself to stay quiet and glanced sideways at Su Ye. His attention wasn't on her. It was on me. His eyes met mine calmly, reassuringly, as if the rest of the world had ceased to matter.
The relief was instant.
"Just water," he said calmly, then added, "for my wife."
That finally earned her a stiff glance in my direction. She handed over the glass with clear reluctance, tried one last smile in his direction, and failed miserably when he didn't even notice.
Moments later, she retreated, disappointment practically written on her face. I snorted quietly under my breath.
Su Ye noticed immediately. "What's wrong?"
I shot him a look. "Don't play dumb."
He blinked. "Hm?"
I gave him a look. "Don't pretend you didn't see it."
"See what?" he asked genuinely.
