"Whoever your husband is, that's no excuse for you to be someone else's mistress, a homewrecker!"
Jake's gaze was sharp as he stared at her. "Or is that what you are? Your mother was someone's mistress. Have you inherited her genes? Do you think you're destined to be a mistress and that you can't be comfortable unless you're wrecking someone's home?"
His provocative words sounded a bit insane.
Keira only found it ludicrous and couldn't be bothered to argue. "Think what you like."
That apparently further enraged Jake, and he angrily grabbed her arm. "Keira, I order you to leave my uncle at once!"
Keira scoffed. "Under what authority are you ordering me?"
Jake clenched his fists.
At this moment, Isla's voice rang out. "Keira, Jake, what are you guys doing!!"
She strode over angrily.
Her gaze swept from Jake to Keira, then she showed a pitiful expression. "What are you two doing behind my back here, grabbing at each other?"
