Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 127

CHAPTER 115

The temperature in the corridor plummeted. Several nearby shoppers actually stumbled, their survival instincts screaming danger despite seeing nothing overtly threatening. Cosmo’s hand moved toward concealed weapons with lethal precision.

“Cosmo,” Marcus said quietly, his dragon aura wrapping around her restrainingly, “No scenes. Remember?”

The Empress forced herself to stillness, though her eyes promised violence if this woman didn’t release her master immediately.

Lance, suddenly aware she was embracing a man whose companion radiated murder, released Marcus and stepped back quickly. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I just-you saved me that night! The auction! I’ve been trying to find you to say thank you and-”

She looked at Cosmo, noting the possessive body language, the fury barely restrained, and made an instant conclusion. “I’m not there’s nothing between us! I swear! He just helped me once! That’s all!”

The restaurant entrance-visible through floor-to-ceiling windows-had erupted with whispered commentary. Men stared at Marcus with burning jealousy. First this stunning woman in the dress, now another beautiful woman throwing herself at him? Some people had all the luck.

“It’s fine,” Marcus said calmly. “Lance, right? Quinn mentioned you.”

“Quinn?” Lance’s brain struggled to process. “You know Quinn? How—”

“Master isn’t married,” Cosmo interjected sweetly, though her smile carried edges sharp enough to cut. “He’s available. Very available.”

The lie was deliberate, calculated to cause maximum chaos. Marcus shot her a look that promised consequences later, but the damage was done-male competitors in the restaurant perked up, already calculating approaches.

Lance returned to her table in a daze, her earlier fury at Quinn’s “con artist husband” warring with the revelation that her idol-the mysterious buyer of Dawn’s Light, the man who’d saved her was apparently here with a girlfriend.

“That was him,” Lance said breathlessly. “Anna, that was the man. The one from the auction. The one who bought the legendary necklace.”

Anna’s eyes widened. “Wait. The mysterious buyer who outbid everyone was-”

“Marcus Steel,” Lance confirmed. “Quinn’s husband is Marcus Steel. The same man. He’s-he’s real. He’s here. And he has a gorgeous girlfriend practically glued to his arm.”

“So he IS a jerk,” Anna concluded. “Rich, handsome, saved you once-but still a cheating jerk if he’s married to Quinn and dating that woman.”

Lance wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words, How could someone who seemed so heroic, who’d helped her without asking for anything in return, be the same person who’d supposedly given Quinn fake jewelry and was now parading around with another woman?

Then Marcus Steel walked into the café proper, Cosmo still attached to his arm, and approached Quinn’s table directly.

“Wife,” Marcus said calmly, his dragon aura reaching out to intertwine briefly with Quinn’s Saintess energy. Sorry I’m late. Traffic was terrible.”

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The word detonated like a bomb.

Wife.

Lance’s brain short-circuited. Anna choked on her latte. Quinn’s cold indifference melted into genuine warmth as she smiled at Marcus-the kind of smile that made her severe features transform into something almost radiant.

“Marcus,” Quinn said, standing. “These are my friends. Lance Casey and Anna Harris. We went to college together.

“The Plastic Sisters,” Marcus said, his dragon eyes twinkling with amusement. “Quinn’s told me stories.”

Cosmo chose that exact moment to lean into Marcus’s side with exaggerated intimacy, her hand resting on his chest, her expression carrying smug satisfaction, “Master, should I-”

“Cosmo,” Marcus interrupted with warning tone.

But the damage was done. Lance stared at the tableau before her-Marcus calling Quinn “wife” while another woman draped herself over him like a possession. Quinn standing there SMILING like this was perfectly normal.

“You-you’re the husband?!” Lance’s voice climbed. “You’re the con artist who-”

“Who what?” Marcus asked mildly.

“Who gave Quinn fake jewelry! Who’s been lying to her for three years! Who’s standing here with your GIRLFRIEND while calling my best friend your wife!”

“I’m his sworn sister,” Cosmo corrected sweetly, though her body language screamed anything but sisterly affection.

“Quinn.” Lance grabbed her friend’s arm desperately. “QUINN. Look at him. Look at HER. You can’t seriously be okay with this! You can’t-”

“Lance,” Quinn said, her Saintess aura glowing softly, “you’re misunderstanding the situation.”

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