Nancy Hughes felt a little flustered. 'The man I was set up with... he should count as my boyfriend, right? Even though we've never officially said so.'
"Absolutely not!" She refused without hesitation, snatching the phone back.
"And why not? Are you afraid because you're lying? Nancy Hughes, you're a terrible liar. Whenever you lie, your pupils tremble. Look at you—they're trembling like crazy right now!" Dylan Heston gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Her eyes were filled with terror, her gaze darting back and forth, just like that day at the office.
He knew perfectly well she was skipping the company party just to avoid him, yet he had let her.
He simply didn't want to pressure her.
But then, to his surprise, he saw Nancy Hughes that same night, sitting with a strange man, laughing and chatting away. She smiled so brightly with that man, as if she felt completely at ease by his side.
It made him jealous.
