Jean's expression turned darker when he heard Lilia's words. His dark blue eyes flashed with rage. If gazes could kill, Sasha would have been stabbed to death by Jean's glare.
The man put his arm around Lilia's waist. He spoke to Sasha in a deep threatening voice, "Since you know so much about this woman I can't forget, why don't you tell me what you know about her?"
Sasha gave Jean a pleading look, but the man didn't move at all to help her. Instead, Jean pulled Lilia closer, insisting that there was no place for Sasha beside him. His movements were so natural and intimate, as if he had done this to Lilia many times.
Sasha lowered her head to hide her tears that started welling up, "I didn't mean it like that ..." She muttered.