He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 895

She looked at him, recognizing the exact same arrogance and blind confidence that had defined him in the past.

Her lips parted in a dry smile.

"I've said my piece."

"If you insist on tying yourself to Veronica, you can bear the consequences yourself."

He sneered. "As long as you don't marry Julian, I won't remarry either."

"But if you go through with it, I'll stop holding back. After all, everyone has the right to pursue their own happiness."

*The right to pursue happiness...*

She couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it. "Great. Then I genuinely hope you find the happiness you're looking for."

She lost all desire to waste another syllable on him.

She had originally intended to give him a real heads-up.

The fact that Kane and Heath were behind bars was still highly classified. Only the people who had been at the warehouse that day knew about it. The chain of evidence was locked tight.

Even though the two criminals were currently playing tough and refusing to confess to their endless list of charges, it was only a matter of time before the undeniable proof brought them down.

Once they cracked, the authorities would immediately trace the money.

Thorne Industries had knowingly accepted a massive influx of shady funds from Heath. There was no way they were going to wash their hands of that mess.

His decision to reject Sylvia earlier had actually been a smart move. But ironically, after taking such a massive detour, he was about to jump right back into the fire just out of spite.

If he rushed into an engagement with Veronica now...

When Thorne Industries inevitably went down in flames, how could he possibly escape the fallout?

To make matters worse, Flynn Group was heavily invested in a joint tourism project with Thorne Industries. They had likely already poured a fortune into it.

She tilted her chin up, looking at him with sparkling eyes. "You're sweating. What, were you worried my ex and I were going to rekindle our old romance?"

He knew she was teasing him, and a small, relieved smile tugged at his lips. "That's impossible. Which is exactly why I stayed in here. I trust you."

Her smile widened. "Then why were you so nervous?"

He held her closer, burying his face slightly in her hair, his voice muffled. "There's always a 'what if'..."

"I knew you wouldn't, but I still couldn't help panicking. What if he said something that managed to sway you again?"

"Scarlett, I'm kind of an insecure mess right now. Does that make me... less of a man?"

She heard the vulnerability and confusion in his voice, and her heart melted. She understood exactly where it was coming from.

He had never truly been in love with Sylvia. He had only been married to her on paper. But she had genuinely, deeply loved Yardley and given him everything she had.

Looking at this incredibly powerful man in his thirties who was currently acting like a lovestruck teenager, she couldn't help but smile, gently poking him in the chest.