Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445 That Night

Outside the door, a knock resonated, accompanied by Tristen's voice, "I'm taking off?"

From inside, Bethan spun around and yelled toward the door, "Go before my parents get back!"

Hearing such a response, Tristen couldn't help but break into a smile.

Who would've thought the scion of the Dixon family would be in such a hush-hush situation?

A good ten-plus minutes later, Tristen drove his car out of the neighborhood.

Along the roadside, the window of a sleek black luxury car slid down slowly. The person inside watched as Tristen's vehicle rolled away until it vanished from sight.

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That very evening at the Regal Club, Bethan, joined by Yvonne, who was in New York for a family visit, and two other female classmates, made their way to the reserved private room right on schedule.

Most of the gang had already gathered.

In the center of the sofa sat Hugh, with Mason and Gwen on his left, surrounded by a few close pals.

There was an empty spot on his right, a place that, by long-standing tradition, was meant for Bethan.

The moment Bethan's eyes locked with Hugh's, she came to a halt.

Yvonne picked up on her unease and tugged her gently, saying, "Come on, let's sit over there."

Just as Bethan was about to settle down, Mason and Gwen popped up to block their path.

Gwen held out an elegant gift box. "For you, Bethan."

Bethan thanked her and stuffed the box into her bag.

Then, Mason pointed at the seat next to Hugh. "Your spot's all ready. Take a seat, girl."

Yvonne tried to rescue Bethan from the awkwardness. "I'm sticking with Bethan."

A young fellow beside the empty seat quickly got up. "Ladies, sit together. I'll move over."

Bethan and Yvonne exchanged a look and decided not to decline further.

Mason took the opportunity to nudge Bethan toward Hugh and gave her a little shove, causing her to tumble into Hugh's arms.

The room erupted in cheers and whistles as Bethan wriggled to get up.

Hugh held back and let go of his hand from Bethan's waist.

A guy stood up to pour drinks. "Bethan, this is your welcome shindig. You gotta knock back a couple more."

Hugh snatched the glass from in front of Bethan and slid a dessert and some fruits her way. He glanced at Mason. "She's off the booze. Get some juice."

Bethan scanned the room and noticed the sly looks from everyone. She said to Hugh, "A little won't hurt."

Turning to look into her eyes, Hugh murmured, "It's that time of the month for you. Don't be stubborn."

Gwen had phoned in a frenzy, sharing the news of Megan landing in jail and insisting on a virtual toast.

Bethan had invited Tristen over, and before long, the three of them were chatting and sipping away. One drink led to another, and before she knew it, she was in a bit of a blur.

Now it all made sense. She wasn't the only one with a story from that night.

Megan, that troublemaker, had set off a chain of events.

Mason's love for Gwen was well-known. It was a kind of devotion that had blossomed over the years, a love that knew no bounds.

Gwen was truly a lucky girl.

Meanwhile, Hugh sat right next to Bethan, his gaze fixed on her like a hawk.

He could sense the unease radiating from her.

The sight of her guilt made his heart skip a beat.

He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was this strange, unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Just as Bethan reached out for a drink, Hugh smoothly slid a glass of juice in front of her.

She gave him a quick look, then picked up the glass and stood up. "Hey, Mason, Gwen! Big congrats to you two!"

Gwen walked over with a beaming smile, bent down a bit, and clinked glasses with Bethan.

"So, Bethan, when are you and Hugh gonna tie the knot all over again?" she asked.