Anna Jadwin's face turned visibly upset after she bolted the door and was about to feed the cake to the trash can.
Turning around, she saw Wayne Bailey cut a small piece and was getting ready to eat it.
"Wayne Bailey, if you want to poison yourself to death, go ahead and try it!"
Wayne Bailey raised an eyebrow, "How do you know it's poisoned?"
Anna Jadwin was so angry she didn't speak; he was obviously doing it on purpose.
Wayne Bailey smiled wickedly, "I just love seeing you get jealous over me—"
"You're childish, boring!"
"When you're being intimate with Charles Harrington, think about how I feel. It's just like you feel now."
"I have never eaten cake made by Charles Harrington himself, and I never will!" Anna Jadwin said seriously.
"You left me behind to ride in the same helicopter with him, laughing and chatting."
"When did I laugh and chat—" Anna Jadwin snatched the fork from his hand and furiously stirred those words into a mess.
