Jade's expression darkened. No more calm, no more polite restraint—just raw, simmering fury. For a moment, her eyes bore into Thomas like fire, daring him to say another word. And when she finally spoke, her voice was low, icy, and sharp enough to cut through steel.
"Oh, Thomas," she began, slowly shaking her head, "you really don't know when to shut your mouth, do you?"
The venom in her voice made Thomas falter for a split second, but he kept the smirk on his face, thinking he still had the upper hand.
"Wouldn't you just love to know what happened between me and Ross?" she continued, her voice rising just slightly, dripping with contempt.
"Is that what you think this is about? That if you poke the wound enough times, I'll unravel and fall into your arms like some broken, desperate woman looking for comfort?"
She leaned forward, her eyes flashing.
