“So, I was right. You’re in a relationship, aren’t you?” Arona asked, her voice sharp.

Aaron didn’t answer. He kept his eyes on his plate, calmly eating.

“I’m talking to you,” she snapped. “You’ve never fed me. Never even tried to li—” she stopped herself mid-sentence, biting her lip.

She straightened up and forced a smile. “Forget it. Look, I don’t care what you and Ivy have. Just be with me. That’s all I want.”

Aaron’s jaw tightened. “Or what? You’ll tell ...