Cattleya’s POV“I am not yours, Jaxon,” I said, frowning at him as if he had said something absurd.As I ate my food, he stared at me, munching his own, “But everyone knows you belong to me.”I glared at him, “Yeah, temporarily.”He chuckled, “Why did you take your private investigator on a date? Do you like him?”I coughed softly and then took the glass of water he handed me. After drinking, I wiped my lips and said, “Let me be clear. I like him as my private investigator, not romantically. Why am I even explaining this to you?” I groaned softly.He laughed at me and replied, “It’s because you care about my feelings. You don’t want your husband to feel sad that you’re taking another man to lunch instead of him.”I scoffed, “Hey, for your information, I brought him here to celebrate. He did a great job, and I felt like I could get answers thanks to him.”“And you have my protection—” suddenly, he paused, his eyes widened. "Shit..." he grabbed my hand, and we ducked under the table. A
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