Not expecting the question, Elena's breath caught in her throat, making her choke and cough hard.
Ignoring the dull ache in her eyes, they remained wide from Ayla's sudden question.
"Wh-what do you mean by that, Mrs. Locke?"
Ayla's brows wrinkled and she regarded Elena's shocked face closely.
It was funny how similar Elena and Silas were.
Both cared about their reputation more than anything, but when it really came down to it, they did the exact opposite of what they built that reputation on.
It was too disgusting.
So even though Elena was shamelessly living at her house right now, the last thing she wanted was for people at work to know.
Unknown to her, Ayla wouldn't just bring it up unprovoked.
Dancing around Silas's tail was one thing. If she stepped on it, she had no doubt he would really do his worst later.
But the perspiration on Elena's face was far too amusing to pass up.
