Her eyebrows knitted together, and her lips pressed into a thin line, revealing her emotions.
He opened his mouth to respond, but she held up a hand, silencing him with a firm gesture.
"Can we talk?" she asked.
There was an air of authority in her tone that made it clear this wasn't merely a request—it was a command.
He nodded silently and followed her away from the crowded table.
Once they were out of earshot, she turned to face him, her eyes narrowed in annoyance.
"What were you thinking. You just left me there."
"I was just talking to Dr. Ivan—"
"Talking? Or going to know your future father in law?" she interrupted, her tone sharp as glass.
"Do you know how that looked?" she snapped. "I thought we were here together. You promised you wouldn't embarrass me."
There was nothing to say—he knew he had done her dirty tonight.
"Look," she continued, her voice lowering slightly as if to keep their argument contained.
