My Drama King Husband (Yvaine and Silas) novel Chapter 34

Ryan stared at the empty doorway in disbelief.

Seriously... how had he ended up friends with a guy like Zachary?

He was the one who demanded this dinner be put together! And now, before the appetizers had even arrived, he was storming out?

Fine. Let him leave. Watching him pout was just giving everyone a headache anyway.

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Zachary marched out of the restaurant, got into his car, and sped back to the estate as fast as the law allowed.

Something was very wrong.

He had seen Yvaine drive out of the gates with his own two eyes.

But how long had it been since then? Less than an hour, and she was already back home?

She had told Felicity she was packing for a business trip. A trip only required some clothes and basic toiletries—things she already had at her place.

It took him barely twenty minutes to reach Riverside Crest.

As his car rolled through the gates, he slowed to a crawl the moment he passed the Sterling family mansion. He tilted his head back, his eyes locking onto the window of Yvaine's bedroom.

He could see it perfectly. Her room was pitch black.

The rest of the massive house was blazing with light, but her room was dark.

Zachary's frown deepened into a harsh scowl.

She wasn't packing at home.

If she wasn't packing at home, then where the hell was she?

Was she lying to Felicity? No, they were too close for Yvaine to lie about something so trivial. A business trip wasn't some dark secret that needed to be covered up.

Zachary ran a hand through his hair, a storm of agitation brewing in his chest. He couldn't figure it out. Where was she? What was she doing?

Maybe... maybe she was at the office, packing up documents for the trip?

Yes, that had to be it.

Zachary pressed the gas and drove away.

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The reason Yvaine had told Felicity it was a business trip rather than a meet-the-parents visit was simply because she was too busy.

She didn't have the time or energy to explain. If she had mentioned meeting Silas's parents, Felicity and Stella—who thrived on gossip—would have kept her on the phone interrogating her for an hour.

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