As Anita hastily drew the covers up to her chest, her mind racing, her heart thudded in her chest. With his back to her, Nathan was facing Eleanor with stiff broad shoulders and a clenched mouth. She sensed the room's air changing, getting colder every second. As though she had every right to invade their personal space, Eleanor stood in the doorway with a rigid, regal stance. With a biting grin on the corner of her lips, her piercing gaze shifted from Nathan to Anita. Eleanor continued, her voice brimming with contempt, "I think we need to talk."Still clearly disturbed after their passionate time only seconds before, Nathan remained silent. He moved forward instead, obstructing Eleanor's view of Anita. The aura of authority that typically emanated from him was more prominent than ever, and his body was stiff with rage. With a quiet, cautionary voice, Nathan remarked, "Now is not the time, Eleanor." Beneath his composed demeanour, Anita could see the boiling anger. She was
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