I smiled graciously, accustomed to these flattering remarks from our social circles, but despite my composed exterior, my heart could not help but feel a tinge of sweetness. I subconsciously glanced at Caleb and as if on cue, he met my gaze with a look of adoration.
Just as I was savoring the scene, a figure darted out from the crowd, moving with unsettling speed and before I could process what was happening, she slipped her hand around Caleb's arm.
Before I could recognize her, Caleb harshly yanked his arm free and shoved her aside without hesitation, his face darkening with a cold fury." How shameless can you be? My wife is right here!"
The crowd had begun to stir by this point, though no one spoke. Eyes darted between the three of us and the air became thick with anticipation, as though they were watching a good showbefore their very eyes.
"Oh, Mr. Martin, I'm so sorry! I mistook you for my boyfriend. Your back looks so much like his and I didn't realize it in time." She bent forward slightly, giving those around us a clear view of her low neckline and ample cleavage, her tone still playful as if it were all just an innocent mistake.
Turning her gaze to me, she added, "Ma'am, I'm sure you don't mind, do you? After all, I am Mr. Martin's secretary and there's absolutely nothing going on between us." Her eyes locked onto mine with a chilling lack of remorse and if anything, there was a glint of provocation behind her words.
I felt a surge of annoyance rising within me and I was about to lash out, but before I could even open my mouth, Caleb intervened, his voice sharp and cutting. "Alright, Scarlett Myers. I don't care whatever your reason is, guess I'll just drop it for today. But there won't be a next time."
As she turned to leave, something caught the corner of my eyes, a flash of light reflecting off the necklace she wore. It gleamed for just a moment but long enough for me to take a closer look and in that instant, a familiar recognition dawned.
"Mr. Martin is really something, isn't he? So calm and composed, handling everything so well without making a scene," someone from the crowd murmured.
"Yes, Mrs. Martin is so lucky," another chimed in. "Mr. Martin himself stepped in and put an end to the flirting before it could cause any real trouble."