The jealousy

Nestled comfortably in the opulent patio recliner, Silas savored Esme's closeness, gently stroking her hair as they enjoyed the serene evening. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a canvas of pink and orange hues that stretched across the sky.

But the tranquility was broken by the persistent ringing of his phone. The display flashed Lara's name, instantly altering Silas's demeanor. He pulled away slightly, his face tightening with a mix of concern and uncertainty.

"Who is calling you?" Esme asked, looking up at him inquisitively.

Silas glanced at her, hesitating for a moment. "It's from the office," he explained. "I should take this."

Without waiting for a response, Silas rose from the recliner and headed inside, answering the call.

"Hello?"