Page 66 of Thiago
Slowly, she rose from the chair and clasped her hands together. “Thiago, you’re being ridiculous.”
“Iam the one being ridiculous?” he scoffed.
When she opened her mouth to protest, he stepped forward, staring into her eyes and daring her to argue with him. He didn’t mind their verbal sparring. He appreciated that she was no pushover, but he was not going to tolerate her stubbornness when it came to her health.
India sighed resignedly. “Fine. I’ll go.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m not an invalid,” she muttered with a pout, like an adorable, petulant child who hadn’t gotten her way.
“I know.” He dropped a soft kiss on the middle of her forehead. “Go. I will check on you on my way home.”
“All right, I…” Her voice trailed off, and she looked down at her phone, a frown emerging on her brow.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I received another text,” she said.
“What do you meananothertext? From who?” Thiago moved closer, but she covered her screen. Considering their newfound closeness, he was sorely offended. “If someone upsets you, they upset me,” he said.
“There’s nothing for you to be upset about.”
“Yet your expression tells me otherwise.”
India eyed him as though struggling with the decision to divulge what was on the phone. Finally, she said, “Promise me you won’t get upset.”
“Whenever someone says those words, I am certain I will be upset. Therefore, I will not be making any such promise.”
She blew out a breath of frustration. “Why are you so difficult?”
“I could say the same to you. What are you hiding from me?”
“I’m not exactly hiding anything from you, but I… It’s a text from Simon.”
“Simon? Why is he texting you? You did tell him?—”
“Yes, of course I told him that I was seeing someone else seriously. I told him weeks ago.”
“Then why is he texting you?” Thiago demanded.
“He seems to be having a little difficulty accepting the break.”
“I know exactly how to make sure he accepts the break,” Thiago said in a menacing way.
“Your reaction is the reason why I didn’t tell you, but I don’t want there to be any secrets between us. Please, let me handle Simon,” India said.
“You mean how you have handled him thus far?”
She rolled her eyes. “I have the situation under control. Don’t stress me out more than I already am. You know I have lupus.” She smiled.
Thiago narrowed his eyes at her. “How convenient. Now you want to use your disease to shut me down, to protect another man.”
“I’m not trying to protect him, but I don’t want his messages to be a big deal. I will talk to him, okay?” Her eyes pleaded with him to understand.
“How many times has he been in touch since you told him you were moving on?”
“I haven’t counted. He sent flowers one day, and he’s texted a handful of times.”
