Clara asked again, arms still folded, “Rosa.” That got his attention. He sat up. “What are you talking about?” he asked, looking bewildered. Was it just an act? “I’ve seen the way you are around her.” Marc raised a brow. “What?” Clara took a step forward.
Marc blinked, caught off guard. Then he laughed—short, dismissive. “Clara. Come on. That’s absurd.” “Is it?” her voice stayed even. “You’re really accusing me of cheating on you… with Rosa?” Mark stiffened up.