[Diego’s POV]
I shoot a glare at the woman who sits silently with her determined gaze fixed on Anthrose. Who was she to even stick her nose in our business? This was between us, and she had no place in it.
“There’s no…” I begin, but stop as Chanel shoots me an annoyed look.
“I’m with cute Rosalie,” she says, throwing her arms around the woman’s shoulders. “I think that instead of continuing with this pissing contest, we should get Anthrose’s side on this whole thing.”
Annoyance flashes through me at her words, and I turn my gaze to Anthrose, who quietly listens to our discussion. Releasing him, I step back and narrow my gaze while wondering if the stubborn bastard was going to try to defend himself, but he doesn’t speak a word.
“I think that is enough of an explanation,” I say slowly,
