Noah studied her, really studied her, as if the years hadn't erased a thing. Then a slow smile tugged at his lips.
"Am I not welcomed back, Jossy?" he teased lightly. "I just came back. Last week in fact. The family business needed me, so here I am."
Noah was still talking when Damien's voice spoke before his figure appeared.
"What are you doing here, Jossy? You're making me look bad! You're supposed to be standing beside me, smiling at our business partners. And don't tell me you needed a break. From what exactly? From eating, shopping, and sleeping?"
His words rang through the air, each one sharp. He stormed forward, his anger clear from his raised voice. But then he froze. His gaze shifted past her and landed on Noah, who stood quietly at the far end.
Damien paused, shock flashed across his face. "What are you doing here with my wife, Noah?"
Noah didn't flinch. Instead, he offered a faint smile, calm but complicated. "Hi to you too Damien. Long time"
Damien was now angry. "Stay away from my wife."
Noah's eyes narrowed just slightly. "Is this how you treat her? Shouting at her in public? That's no way to treat women..to treat your wife Damien."
Color rose in Damien's cheeks, but his smile was forced. "My marriage is none of your business. Maybe you should go back to where you ran away to."
For a moment, the three of them stood there, the air heavy between the two men. Jossy slowly put her shoes back on, and walked back to the ball room, Damien behind her.