He looked at those beautiful doe eyes, unblinking, though her eyelids twitched with barely contained frustration. Her fist clenched by her side, small but trembling with anger.
He took in her expression, letting it settle in his mind for only a second before he straightened, his face impassive.
"I don't owe you an explanation," he said, his voice cold and flat, as if dismissing something trivial.
Kiara didn't move, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to retort, but she held back.
People in the office had already started to gather, curious eyes watching the tension build between them.
Jason turned on his heel, his long strides carrying him out without another glance back.
He didn't care for the murmurs or the looks exchanged behind him. He had more important things to deal with.
