HE WHO IS CALLED QUACK! 3
My eyes widened after hearing Jeu call me his wife. He smiled at me and continued on with his pretense. Our food was placed on a tray and Jeu took it and placed his other arm around my shoulder.
"Let's choose our table, honey." His every word was laced with eerie sweetness. I could feel the tiny hairs on my arms stood up.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I whispered and tried to shrug off his hold on my shoulder. But, Jeu's grip became tighter and he grinned playfully after he saw me frown.
"Honey, everyone's still watching. Let's sit down right there," he said and led me to a vacant table away from most of the prying eyes.
I quickly sat down to escape his touch before he could notice that my heart started to be erratic. I needed to take back control of my emotions and I needed to do it fast. I had to act quickly to divert our thoughts from the current situation before Jeu could say something.
