Kevin's face turned stony when he heard her reply. "You would leave me to work as a model?"
"Yeah. As long as the pay is good."
A direct jab at his heart.
Myra saw him as nothing, she would leave him whenever the chance came.
Kevin gripped the glass and gulped water into his mouth, wiping his lips with the napkin with shaky hands.
"Are you okay?" She asked in concern. "You just spilled water on your shirt."
His jaw dropped open, water had spilled on his shirt and he had no idea. Now she was staring at him strangely.
Before he could move, Myra grabbed a tissue from the table, her warm hands sending chills down his body as she tried to wipe.
Kevin heart quickened under her touch and he felt a bit breathless. He caught her hands before she could move any further.
"It's fine. I'll go change into another shirt."
