The moment the flippant words were spoken, the knuckles of the hand gripping the cup turned white, and a vein throbbed on his temple.
Erin Irving was openly provoking him. Even back when he was in prison, Elliot knew that Erin Irving's support for Georgia Thorne came with ulterior motives.
'If this was all about me from the start, then he should have left Georgia Thorne alone after I went to prison.'
Then there was that time Georgia Thorne was kidnapped by Luther. Erin Irving had personally rushed over, only to let her go.
'That's when he knew: Erin Irving was interested in Georgia Thorne.'
'In the end, he and Erin Irving were the same kind of men. They wouldn't spare a second glance for someone they weren't interested in, but for the one they fell for, they wouldn't even dare to touch them.'
"What, getting nervous now?" Erin Irving's gaze flicked to Elliot Sheridan's hands, his grin widening.
