"No. I don't want to." Ryley's answer was firm, his grip on the man's arm tightened, somehow making his gaze turn wary.
"Are you going to suspect Gracia forever?" Clyde blurted out of momentary agitation, slightly grunting. "Why not just go there and prove it?"
The model let out a hard scoff following the Alpha's question, not sure if it's because he was baffled or feeling betrayed.
How could Clyde ask him this? Did he just accuse him? Why did he sound as if he sided with Gloria? Was she that innocent in his eyes?
Ryley swallowed the rage that almost crept up to his face, he didn't understand why Clyde was this blunt when it came to Gracia.
No... There was only one reason for it.
"Clyde, I—"
"I'm not going to buy your favorite flower from that shop again." The man cut him off curtly and stepped on the gas, speeding away.
