With that said, Sean wrapped an arm around Natalie’s shoulders and guided her out of the hall.
Natalie did not make a fuss as she was taken away from Shane. She did not care who she left with, only that she could leave as quickly as possible.
Shane’s eyes darkened as he watched Sean and Natalie exit the hall. His hand clenched into tight fists. At that moment, he cursed his identity as Jasmine’s fiancé. The thought of calling off their engagement sprouted in his mind.
At the private lounge.
Sean handed Natalie a glass of warm water. “Here, drink some water to calm your nerves.”
“Thanks,” Natalie answered hoarsely. She was feeling a lot better now that she was out of the hall. Reaching out to accept the glass, she took a sip.
Sean draped his suit jacket over the back of the couch opposite hers and sat down. Then, he crossed his legs before focusing a heated stare on her.
Feeling uncomfortable at his gaze, she shifted slightly and shrank back. “Mr. Sean, what are you looking at?”
He propped his head up with one arm and chuckled softly. “I’m looking at your eyes. You look beautiful even after you cry. I’m sure you’ll be absolutely stunning when you’re actually crying. It’s just too bad that it was so dark earlier. I couldn’t see anything.”
Natalie scowled at his flirtatious words. “Mr. Sean, maybe you should leave first. I can wait by myself for someone to bring a new change of clothes.”
If he continued to remain here, he might say more things she did not want to hear.
“Nobody’s bringing you clothes.” Sean took off his glasses and set them aside.
Natalie was stunned at his words. “What? Why?”
“Because I didn’t even send anyone off to find you clothes,” he replied while tugging at his tie.
She stiffened as alarm bells started ringing in her mind. Placing the glass of water down, she sprinted for the door.
“It’s no use. I locked the door when I came in.” Sean got to his feet and turned to smile evilly at her.
The color drained from Natalie’s face. Her unease grew while her heart pounded in her chest. “What are you planning on doing?”
“What am I planning on doing?” He snickered at her question. “A man and a woman are all alone in a room. What do you think?”
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