Seeing Kisha gently tending to Duke's cheek, Mrs. Evans felt her throat tighten, her anxiety growing with each passing second. The way Kisha's brows furrowed in concern only made her more nervous as she softly rubbed the spot where the slap had landed.
Then, out of nowhere, the usually cold and composed Duke acted coquettishly. "Wifey, it hurts," he murmured, sounding as if he were on the verge of tears.
Mr. Winters rolled his eyes at his son's shameless display. He knew exactly what Duke was doing—putting on a show to flaunt his love for Kisha in front of the Evans, further provoking them. More than that, it was a clear message to Melody: she could never be his wife, not in this life or the next.
Kisha also had the urge to roll her eyes at Duke. She knew better than anyone that the slap was nothing more than a mosquito bite to him—it wouldn't even sting.
