A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 286

Winifred immediately abandoned her beloved meal and stood up. She grabbed her bag from the neighboring chair and blew past Holden like a gust of wind. She ignored him, and he didn't say a word.

While the owner packed up her takeout order, Winifred stood by the large stainless-steel vats, waiting impatiently. As soon as the bags were ready, she grabbed them and marched toward the exit.

Just as she reached for the plastic weather curtain, a long arm extended from behind her, holding it open. It was a man's hand—large, with prominent veins. The cuff of a black dress shirt peeked out, fastened with a dark gem cufflink, and the cold gleam of an expensive watch signaled the quiet luxury of its owner.

"Go ahead," Holden's soft, gentle voice murmured by her ear.

Winifred felt a sudden sting in her nose. It was a cruel illusion, pulling her back to her childhood. Whenever he took her out to the mall, he would always step aside to hold the heavy doors or curtains open for her, watching her with that same tender gaze as she slipped through before following behind.

Things had changed so drastically, and the memory made her heart ache. She took a large step forward, accidentally bumping her head on the top of the doorway.

"Careful," Holden said.

She walked quickly, but Holden was faster. He caught up and grabbed her arm. "Winifred, let's talk."

His tall frame blocked her path, casting a shadow that obscured the dim light of the streetlamp. Trapped in the dark, Winifred's mood plummeted.

"I'm sorry," Holden said, his voice low and heavy.

To her, his words sounded like the muffled thud of a boulder sinking into the ocean—she could hear the impact and sense the danger, but she had no idea how massive the resulting wave would be. She didn't know what kind of scheme he was cooking up this time, but she knew one thing for sure: he was out to ruin her. Destroying her was what Holden Lockwood did best.

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