Elena’s POV
At first, I was trembling with mixed emotions of anger, pain, and disgust as I watched Bryson and Glenda support each other, especially when I heard Glenda’s intentional remark, which was clearly intended to put me on edge.
And I’d be honest, I almost lost my calm after seeing her shamelessness and audacity to ask me such a question.
Thankfully, Prince Deacon came to my side. And like these recent days, his touch seemingly had a magic effect on me that always brought me warmth and comfort and kept me on my toes.
Straightening my back, I gazed back at Glenda and let out an unbothered smile.
“Well, I find it unnecessary to publicly announce such trivial matters, especially when it is I who…” I gave Bryson a quick glance before I smirked, “rejected him.”
Turning my gaze back
