Bait for a Gentleman novel Chapter 91

Zachary was stunned for a moment.

Seeing Audrina's completely unfazed expression, a sliver of self-doubt crept in.

Was he mistaken?

Why didn't her gaze waver or dodge his, instead holding a faint trace of disappointment?

Since they were still in public, Zachary softened his expression. "We'll talk about this when we get home."

They drove in silence.

Once back, Audrina went straight to the master bathroom and started her makeup removal routine.

Zachary leaned against the doorframe, his gaze locked on her back.

Ever since they got engaged, she had always been docile and understanding in front of him; whether it was genuine or an act, she had never once lost her temper.

But today, from the moment they left the private room until they walked through their front door, she hadn't spoken a single word to him.

Her eyes were brimming with impatience, making it clear she had no desire to engage with him.

The entire situation made Zachary deeply uncomfortable.

He was the one who had caught her red-handed, yet her attitude made him feel like he was the one on trial.

He walked over and stood right behind her.

In the mirror, the distance between them was less than half a step.

She kept her eyes cast down as she wiped her face, completely ignoring his presence.

Zachary wanted to sit down and have a proper conversation about what the hell those photos were about.

He reached out to pull her in by the waist.

Audrina sidestepped, and his hands grasped nothing but empty air.

He frowned, watching as she screwed the cap back onto the micellar water and tossed her cotton pad into the trash, treating him as if he didn't even exist.

"Honey."

Audrina didn't answer, simply picking up her facial cleanser from the vanity.

Zachary was losing his patience.

He remembered how she hadn't even flinched when Sebastian touched her hand earlier today.

How many times had Sebastian touched her? How far had they gone?

She was still wearing his engagement ring—what right did anyone else have to lay a hand on her?

He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to turn around.

Audrina looked up, her voice completely flat. "What are you doing?"

Zachary hated this fake, prudish act of hers.

He leaned down to capture her lips, but she immediately turned her head to dodge him.

Her wrist was throbbing under his crushing grip. She pried his fingers off one by one, finally breaking completely free.

A red ring already marked her slender wrist. She looked down, gently rubbing the sore skin.

Her dismissive, unnervingly calm attitude pushed Zachary over the edge.

He snatched his phone from his pocket, swiped a few times, and shoved the screen right into her face.

"Before the holidays, you said you were working late. There was no one at the studio that night—I checked. So where were you?"

He swiped to the next photo.

"You two got pretty cozy while I was out of town on business." He gritted his teeth, enunciating every word. "Dining and drinking together, one after the other. Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

He swiped again.

"Audrina, get this through your head—" He was blinded by rage and humiliation. "I am your fiancé!"

As his words landed, the empty room seemed to echo.

He waited for her to panic, to scramble for an explanation.

She was supposed to say, 'It's not what you think.'

As long as she was willing to explain, he was willing to listen.

Instead, Audrina slowly raised her head, her eyes layered with an impenetrable frost.