"I already told you I wasn't mad at you." Paige suddenly said, reaching out to brush his cheek with her thumb.
She glanced at Jane and then back at him.
"I wasn't mad at you but at myself. I know that the relationship you have with Jane is nothing more than it appears on the surface but I was being paranoid, thinking useless thoughts and weighing your feelings. If anything, I should be the one to apologize." She said,
Maxwell was silent. He looked aside. Even if that was the case, it was still his actions that caused her to feel that way. So he was to blame. He wanted to be the one to blame.
"Don't blame yourself." Paige said to him. It was as if she had read his mind. "But you can do me a favor and minimize your interactions with her. I may understand but if people see you like that, they will start talking and say I'm being cuckold."
Maxwell's eyes grew cold and his face contorted in anger.
"Who dares?" He growled but Paige shook her head.
