Orla POV
The drive back to the Penthouse was a silent one. I was upset about lunch and, to top it up, I was pissed about the blonde woman making a move on my husband. Damn! The idea of being married to this fantastic guy, still feels surreal.
Teddy kept holding my hand and, despite feeling his reassurance and support. I couldn't remove the idea in my head about that woman getting the wrong signal from him. Maybe a wink, a smirk, a small touch, something must have led her to believe she had a shot at him. Maybe he needs to set harsher boundaries, or maybe everything is on my mind, and I am super emotional after seeing my parents.
On our way home, I got a message. I quickly picked up my phone and read a message from my father.
“Wish to see you, text me your address. We c……
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