Sharon lifted her eyebrow, "Do they have something to do about your leg?"
He nodded, leaning in as if he was concerned about someone hearing them when instead they were alone. "They both assaulted me. A poor man who was doing nothing bad beyond trying to be nice with the lady he loved."
Sharon's hand went to place on her breast, her eyebrow knitted down in an expression of grief.
"I am so sorry." She murmured, with his other hand she was caressing his shoulder.
His gaze became furious, "she hit me first. Then when he arrived he finished the job and knocked me out." He confessed gnashing his teeth.
She tensed all her facial muscles to stifle the smile that tickled her lips.
"At this point, I wonder if he hit you because he was pushed by his jealousy." She said trying to force a comprehensive face.
