Later in the day they were both weary as they packed up after a busy day. Flushed with the success of her new products, Amelia's mind brimmed with ideas as she watched the trees as they passed. Port Marden was well in the distance when Anders broke the silence.
'So now your boyfriend brings his fiancée to your stall as if there is nothing wrong with it. You treat me as just a friend, although I am someone who you could build a future with, but you allow him to kiss you with his future wife nearby.'
So many thoughts raced through Amelia's head, so many possible answers, but she was smart enough to realise any of those tart retorts would only fuel his jealousy.
'He is our future duke. Is that how he turned your head? Promising you wealth? A better life?' His eyes flashed. 'Did he purchase your farm for you? Is that why you have enough money to waste on books?'
Refusing to dignify his accusations with an answer only seemed to stoke his anger.