Chapter 8.

Hate to suspect.

ELSA'S POV.

I smiled as both men glared at each other, fighting for me with their eyes. It was so funny, and I took a step backwards to stand beside Theo, "What can you say about this little performance?"

"I'll say you're a smart woman, madam. I don't know what you're doing, but you're good at this."

I chuckled and folded my hands under my boobs, I glanced at my son, and he was just smiling at nothing.

"I think you should intervene, madam. They might stop throwing daggers with their eyes and do so with their hands." Theo suggested.

"You're right."

I moved closer...