"Just answer me, Jenna. Don't ask questions back, because I'm the one who needs answers here."
Jenna also felt annoyed with Blake's attitude as if she was the only one who needed answers to this and that question. If he was asking the same question, shouldn't Jenna ask a reason why that question popped into Blake's head?
"Why don't you tell me why you're asking that, Blake? Because I want to know why you've asked me that question over and over again." This time Jenna stared intently at her husband's pair of beads, which now looked sad.
Had Jenna done anything wrong to the man?
"Because you met Ryan."
Jenna gaped at Blake's answer. Was this why he was asking the same thing, but didn't want to answer the question Jenna had asked him?
"W-what...."
"You don't need to explain anything, Jenna, I understand," Blake said, then grabbed Jenna's fingers, squeezing them gently. "I'm not mad at you, honey. Not at all. I just need an answer."
