[Rosie's POV]
"Really? Then I need to learn how to manage my expression, he thinks I'm jealous, and I don't want him thinking I'm jealous when he's with his concubines," I muttered, and somehow a frustrated grunt escaped his lips like he doesn't want me to speak about it.
"Now who's more concerned?" He asked in a low tone and I punched him gently on the arm.
"Well, it's part of nature, express it, and he'd know how to stick to you," he said coldly, and the bright face he once had faded away as he was more concerned now with wasting water from the faucet.
"No, I don't want him," I said more to myself, like it's a conviction.
Harry turns to look at me, and the next statement slipped from my memory as he was suddenly scanning me as though reading my mind before he said;
"Liar"
Just as he said that, he moved to steam up another bowl of stew like it's a must for me to eat!
"I'm not"
