(Karsten)
It wouldn't be wrong to say that I wanted to pick up the gravy boat and pour all the gravy on Ranold's snickering face.
It was his life's mission to just flirt with every woman on the planet, no matter who she was. And the way he could just smooth talk and flash his cocky grin around, just pissed me off, especially when he did that with Arata.
I no longer had any claim on her, but I couldn't see anyone flirting with her, especially my best friend.
"Maybe, focus on your food, Ranold..or you might spill some on your clothes," I said through gritted teeth and Ma, who was cutting into her meat, paused to glance at me.
First skeptically, and then she smiled rather evilly as if she had hit a jackpot.
"Jesus! My son is actually jealous." She reached out and grabbed my hand. "You are jealous of Ranold even speaking to Arata." Her twinkling eyes wavered from me to her.
