"I heard Ms. Dempsey used to be a crab shucker?"
Jaxton's voice created an eerie silence at the table, all eyes inexplicably fixated on me.
It was true; I had been a crab shucker, all because of that expensive deep blue wristwatch.
"Then thank you, Ms. Dempsey."
Jaxton wiped his hands with a towel and sipped his red wine, every move exuding elegance and sophistication.
Rebecca's gaze could have drilled a hole through my face, but she graciously rose, giving me her seat.
So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, I began shucking crabs.
The crab-shucking skills were actually learned for Jaxton.
In that short gig, crab shucking was the most lucrative.
Yet, post-marriage, it was hardly useful since I couldn't eat seafood, barely seeing it on our table.
If there was fish, Jaxton would patiently remove the bones for me.
I was distracted for a moment. A sharp crab leg pierced my finger, drawing blood.
I bit my lip to suppress a gasp.
Jaxton rolled up his sleeves, revealing his elegantly toned forearm, beckoning the waiter over. "Waiter, cancel the crab feast."
I tightened my grip, thinking, "Jaxton hasn't even glanced at me.
He probably won't notice this tiny injury."