Ewan couldn't quite pinpoint how he was feeling—angry, sad?
His emotions swirled within him like a tempest as he locked eyes with Athena, who looked at him dismissively before turning her attention to Alfonso—Alfonso, whom he had met in the office on his arrival an hour ago.
If Athena was dismissive toward him, she regarded Alfonso as if he were nothing more than a speck stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Ewan grappled with which scenario was worse—her disregard for him or her contempt for Alfonso.
The turmoil within him grew restless, even more so than he had felt this week regarding Fiona's late-night outings.
Although the guard he had assigned to Fiona kept insisting that she was meeting a female friend, Ewan had found himself doubting ever since he picked up the faint scent of a man lingering on her. Ever since last night.
