Elias frowned immediately.
“You manage Hawk Industries?” he repeated, staring at her in disbelief. “Since when?”
“Since I graduated from college,” Amara replied without even pausing her meal. “I’ve always managed everything for them.”
She picked up her glass calmly and took a sip of water before continuing.
Elias stared at her silently. It was obvious he was trying to process what she had just said.
Before he could respond, the sharp ringing of Jasper’s phone suddenly echoed through the atmosphere.
Jasper glanced down at the screen, and grabbed the phone. “Excuse me.”
Pushing his chair back, he stood up and walked toward a quieter corner of the restaurant to answer the call.
The moment Jasper left, Elias’s attention shifted back to Amara.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this when we got married?” he asked. His eyes stayed locked on her face. “How the hell was I married to you for an entire year and had no idea you were managing your parents’ business?”
Amara slowly placed her cutlery down onto the plate with a soft clink.
She took a small breath before finally looking at him directly.
“Because you were never interested enough to find out.”
Elias stared at her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Amara let out a faint laugh of disbelief.
“There was nothing to reveal.”
She leaned back slightly in her chair, her eyes cold and steady on him.
“You didn’t even want to talk to me during our marriage, Elias.” Her lips curled faintly with sarcasm. “So what exactly did you expect me to tell you? We barely even spoke.”
Elias’s jaw tightened hard.
Taking a slow breath, he lowered the soup bowl in his hand onto the table with a soft clink.
He clearly didn’t like her answer.
Still, after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, “What’s the deal with him?”
He gestured toward the now-empty chair Jasper had been sitting in only moments ago.
“How do you know him?”
“Work,” Amara answered simply.
The vague response only seemed to frustrate him more.
His fingers slowly tightened around the spoon in his hand until his knuckles almost turned pale.
“And what exactly is your relationship with him? What does he mean to you?”
Amara pressed her lips together, trying to hide the smile threatening to appear. She didn’t let it show on her face.
She could already see where his mind was going, and for some reason, watching him struggle with it amused her.