Chapter 132. Benefit of the Doubt

Fenella’s POV

“No.”

I quickly got up, pushing Alan's shoulder away. With swift steps, I approached Jessy and put on my satin robe.

God, help me!

I sealed my lips, holding back the red blush burning my cheeks, and walked into the dressing room. I stood leaning against the door, my heart racing. What was wrong with me?

I have to admit, Alan was a man who knew how to charm. He knew how to make a woman feel special, and he made everything seem beautiful.

No, wait a minute. I still didn't know anything about him or Amy. I also didn't know if he could be trusted or not, considering how easily he had lied about many things so far.

"Are you ready to change?" the makeup artist asked me with a puzzled look.

"Oh, yes, sorry. I was feeling cold," I sighed deeply.

My mind continued to oscillate between Alan's continuous sweet talk and Laird, whom I knew was waiting for news from me. Once again, I tried to calm myself. I tightened the robe