Seeing Mia Foster's expression become increasingly unpleasant, Felix Shaw had no choice but to sheepishly sit back down. The more he explained, the worse it got. To Mia, his explanation seemed like bragging, boasting about having many women, while she... was just one of them.
Mia Foster lowered her gaze, her downcast eyelashes unable to hide her mood.
"Mia..." Felix called out tentatively, reaching a hand across the dining table, but pulled back just before touching Mia's arm. He placed it on the table, his long fingers moved slightly, curled up, and he spoke cautiously as he looked at Mia's face, "I didn't mean to say things that spoil the mood. I..." The eloquent Felix Shaw was unexpectedly at a loss for words.
