The glow on her face was dimming.
And her voice got gruff as she ended her last three words.
Alan, on the other hand, didn't read between the lines and was willing to continue the challenge, and Scarlet responded quickly, "You want to sleep on the couch tonight, isn't it?"
Alan's brow furrowed in perplexity, and she leaned over and jutted out her chin three times, indicating he looked over at Eleanor, "Does she look happy to you?"
He turned to give her a proper look, and her hard glare sent his chest sinking into his stomach. His mouth dried up, and a large lump formed in his throat.
'This is entirely your fault!'
After Alan told him that telepathically, James' eyes widened.
What was his fault in this? Was it he who asked him to show off his intelligence?
Alan was having difficulty taking his gaze away from his mate, but it seemed that the more his gaze met hers, the angrier she became.
