I sucked a mouthful of cold air and looked up, only to see Lyle, and also Crystal, who was standing beside Benson. She deliberately came closer to Lyle and stealthily touched his hand from an angle only visible to me before shooting me a provocative smile.
Sadness and anger overtook me and I shook off Lyle’s hand. “Get the f*ck out of my way.”
Lyle was taken off guard hearing me swear. Since the reporters were already gone, there was no need for me to keep up the act anymore. It was time I leave.
“I mean what I said.”
Lyle looked at me, confused.
I pointed at Benson and Crystal, and then at myself. “As I said earlier, you’re not some king in the ancient past. You don’t have to force yourself to maintain a relationship with your queen while sleeping around with your concubines. I don’t care if you want to go look for Crystal.”
Lyle had wanted to dance with Crystal when the ball started, but he turned back and looked at me intensely right after he took the first step away from me. Nonetheless, I knew him all too well. His heart was already somewhere else.
“Just go do whatever you want to do. The reporters are gone already.”
I could see anger burning in his eyes as his gaze wandered to somewhere far away behind me. When he looked back at me again, his gaze was resolute. He almost said something, but he stopped himself. He spared me one last look and walked away.
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