Chapter 66 Honey, You Can Control Me
- Isla could feel the tension in the air. His tone, his look—what was that, some kind of weird sarcasm?
- She whispered softly, “Are you upset?”
- Matt’s lips curved slightly, but it wasn’t a smile. “My wife’s been sitting here, talking about how good-looking other men are, how they sing well, how talented they are. Shouldn’t I be thrilled about that?”