Marcus walked in, as Annette came downstairs.
"Annette, I'm here for dinner."
"Okay."
Marcus walked over and saw that Annette's face was flushed, so he asked, "Why is your face so red? Do you feel hot? Is the temperature of the air conditioning too high?"
"No, I didn't feel hot."
"You are not running a fever, are you?" Marcus said and reached out to touch Annette's forehead.
Connor happened to come down the stairs. He saw Marcus' actions and snorted coldly.
Sensing Connor's fierce gaze, Marcus quickly withdrew his hand and leaned close to Annette's ear. "Connor seemed to be angry. What happened?"
"You finally found it out." Annette turned her head aside and whispered, "He was jealous."
Marcus was amused when he heard it.
Connor asked grumpily, "What are you talking about?"
Marcus wrapped his arm around Annette's shoulder deliberately.
"Annette and I are just chatting. Am I right, Annette?"
