Chapter 87
Simmering Rage
(Esha’s POV)
I sat in the passenger seat of Andy’s car, my arms crossed so tightly that my shoulders ached. My teeth were clenched, and I didn’t even realize my foot was tapping against the floor until the rhythmic thud caught my attention. I stilled it immediately, unwilling to show any sign of nerves. Andy Chahar had no right to do what he did tonight. No right to interfere, to swoop in like some self-appointed hero, disrupting my life as if he owned it.
The nerve of that man.
“Esha,” Andy began, his voice calm, almost placating. “You know I had to—”
“You had to what?” I snapped, finally turning to glare at him. “You had to humiliate me? You had to make a scene? Tell me, Andy, what exactly did you think you were accomplishing tonight?”
He spared me a glan
