Bella's POV
The door opens, and Matt comes in. I can see his face hardening as his eyes land on Jameson, who is sitting beside me on the plush armchair.
A flicker of anger flashes in his eyes at that moment.
"What's going on here?" he demands, his voice a low growl.
My heart pounds in my chest. "Matt, I..." I start, but the words get caught in my throat.
"It was good to see you, Davenport. I was just leaving."
"You were just leaving?" Matt scoffs. "You're here, in my house, with my wife. You call that just leaving?"
The tension in the room thickens, making it almost impossible to breathe. Matt's eyes are narrowed, his jaw clenched.
I quickly get up from the armchair and step between them before another fight erupts. "Matt, it's not what it looks like."
"What does it look like, Bella?" Matt challenges, his voice laced with suspicion.
