Babette also saw Becky. She glanced at Rory and blurted, “Rory, isn’t that Becky?”
Rory didn’t reply, but Babette got her answer when she saw the coldness in his eyes.
Pretending she didn’t see the two people, Becky looked away and walked past Babette and Rory.
Smiling faintly, Devin cast a glance at Rory and then caught up with Becky.
Rory watched the two walk away with a cold expression. Finally, he withdrew his gaze and glanced at Babette coldly.
Babette had a difficult time finding an opportunity to go back home. Worried that Rory would send her abroad again, she softened her tone and asked, “Rory—”
“Don’t call me Rory. We’re not that close.”
All the color drained from Babette’s face and her heart sank to her stomach.
“Miss Ramos?”
Talia had already called the designated driver, who was to arrive in a few minutes.
Becky nodded at Talia. The wind in February was bitingly cold, and as it washed over her, she sobered up. Standing at the exit of the hotel, she was somewhat absent-minded.
When Talia saw Devin, she was a little surprised. “Mr. Stanley.”
Devin glanced at her and asked, “You’re waiting for a designated driver?”
“Yes.”
Talia knew that Becky didn’t have any feelings for Devin, a known playboy. Besides, a few days ago, Stevie had called her to tell her to watch out for Devin.
So when Devin asked her this question, she gave a perfunctory response.
Raising his eyebrows slightly, Devin studied Becky carefully but didn’t ask anything more.
Seeing that Becky looked a little pale, Talia walked up to her and asked with concern, “Are you okay?”
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