The Rejected Luna (Avery and Kaden) novel Chapter 141

I stood frozen, the words barely sinking in. “I was just out shopping with Gordon. How on earth does that translate to me enjoying men fawning over me?”

Steven’s face remained unreadable, like a stone mask. “Isn’t that exactly what it looks like? Have you ever seen a woman go shopping with her secretary, laughing and joking, even planning to meet up again once she’s back home?” A sharp, bitter laugh escaped me. So, he was accusing me of having an affair with Gordon—or at least plotting to start one?

“That’s just your narrow-minded perspective,” I shot back. “Wealthy socialites don’t only shop with secretaries; they have entire security teams. Are you really suggesting they’re all sleeping with their bodyguards too?”

Steven’s thin lips pressed into a hard, unforgiving line. “As you said, *teams*. Plural.”

My expression hardened, turning cold as ice. “Steven, don’t push me. Living like a widow before the divorce was unbearable enough, but now you expect me to live like a nun? Am I only allowed to be around women from now on?”

“So having a whole team of secretaries is acceptable, but one secretary is an affair? How did you ever become a CEO with that kind of twisted logic? What, you think I’m seducing him in broad daylight, in a store full of sales clerks? If you caught me sneaking out with him at night, then maybe you’d have the right to question me.”

Steven shot me a scornful glance. “By the time you’re done painting the town red, the horns you’re putting on my head will probably be glowing.”

I let out another incredulous, angry laugh, my mind swirling with frustration and disbelief.

“Steven, are you seriously paranoid? Does every man I get even remotely close to make you think I’m some promiscuous tramp trying to cheat on you? First Horace, then Jacob, and now you’re suspicious of Gordon too?”

Maybe it was because in my past life, I was so devoted to him that I pushed every other man away—even Horace. The Steven I knew back then never policed me like this. He only cared about Horace, and that was because they’d ended up in the hospital the first time they met. But even then, as much as I loved him, I never suspected him of cheating the way he suspects me now. If he got close to another woman, I might have felt jealous, but I trusted his character. I never would have maliciously assumed they were having an affair.

A flicker of something dark and violent passed through Steven’s eyes, but he didn’t answer. His voice scraped out, rough and low.

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