He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 37

A deathly silence suffocated the private room.

Harbour stood to the side, his mouth slightly ajar, utterly stunned by the barrage of truths he had never known.

Yardley's face was a portrait of impending violence, shrouded in absolute darkness.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Gordon?"

Gordon glared back at him, his eyes dark and merciless.

"If you can't give Scarlett happiness, let her go. There are plenty of men in this world who would die to treat her right."

Harbour swallowed hard.

Yardley's jaw clenched.

Without waiting for a response, Gordon withdrew his piercing stare, turned on his heel, and stormed out, radiating pure fury.

The heavy door slammed shut behind him.

Harbour hesitantly glanced at Yardley. He was internally panicking but desperately tried to keep the situation from imploding.

If he had known it was going to turn into this bloodbath, he would never have organized this get-together in a million years.

Now look where they were. One friend had lost his mind defending Scarlett and stormed off, while the remaining one was clenching his fists so hard his knuckles were white, his rage meters blowing completely off the charts.

Harbour silently prayed for a wormhole to open up and swallow him whole.

But when Yardley's murderous gaze locked onto him, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to defuse the bomb.

"Yardley, don't take Gordon seriously. He's had way too much to drink. He's just running his mouth. Your marriage is none of his business anyway."

Harbour had only intended to shift the focus.

But hearing that, Yardley's face grew even more twisted.

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