Eve glanced up, turning her head towards Mikael.
The male model had his jaw locked. He neither glared nor scowled. The aura that Ambryan radiated applied pressure on his shoulders, trying to break him down. His firm eyes stood their ground.
He had nothing to hide.
"What they claim isn't true," he started to say. "The pictures were taken during the photoshoot, yes, but I never fed her spaghetti. We were discussing theories on a tv series that we both watch. The club was packed, allowing little movement. Of course, you already know the flowers and the gift came from you."
He paused to catch his breath. "The box fell off the car when she opened the door. I merely picked it up. That's everything I believe."
If he needed to go into further detail, he wouldn't hesitate. The conversations were still fresh in his mind. Evangeline could also give her account and solidify the story.
Have a good day!
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