Isabel observed the scene, irritated that Calden showed no sign of leaving. His eyes remained fixed on Zarelle without so much as a blink. Talk about frustrating!
She hurriedly walked over, grabbed Zarelle’s arm and pulled her away, finding an excuse to separate them. “Zarelle, Elsa’s looking for you. She says you’ve been ignoring her all night.”
Zarelle took her cue. “But she’s the one who’s always talking with someone else. Is she still sulking over losing to me at darts?”
Calden watched Zarelle’s retreating figure until she was out of sight.
Daniel smirked, a provocative gesture. “Mr. Ashmoor, Zarelle doesn’t want anything to do with you. Stop showing up in front of her all the time. It’s annoying.”
In an instant, the temperature around them dropped to freezing point. C
