Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 128

CHAPTER 116 PART 1

Riverside Café – 5:12 PM

Lance Casey pulled her hand away from Marcus Steel’s polite greeting attempt, her expression hardening with righteous determination. “I don’t care if you saved my life. I don’t care if you bought the most expensive necklace at that auction. A favor doesn’t excuse being a cheating scumbag.”

“Lance-“Quinn started.

“No, Quinn!” Lance interrupted, her voice rising. “I’m not going to watch my best friend get played by some guy who parades his mistress around in public! You deserve better than this!”

Anna leaned closer to Lance, her voice dropping to a whisper that Marcus’s dragon-enhanced hearing caught perfectly. “Wait. Think about it. Quinn isn’t angry. At all. Look at her-she’s completely calm about that woman hanging all over him.”

Lance blinked, processing. “You’re right. Any normal wife would be furious. Unless-”

“Unless it’s not a real marriage,” Anna finished quietly. “Marriage of convenience. That would explain everything, Why Quinn hid him for three years. Why he’s openly with another woman. Why Quinn doesn’t care.”

The theory clicked into place with satisfying logic. Lance’s expression transformed from protective fury to calculating interest. If Quinn and Marcus weren’t actually in love-if this was just some arranged situation-then the man who’d saved her, who’d spent a fortune on a legendary necklace, who looked this good, might not be unavailable after all.

“Marcus,” Lance said, her tone suddenly sweet, almost flirtatious, “I’m sorry for my earlier rudeness. I just care so much about Quinn, you understand. Let me properly introduce myself-Lance Casey, corporate attorney at Morrison & Associates.”

She extended her hand again, this time with a smile that carried unmistakable interest.

“Lance, what are you doing?” Anna hissed. “You have zero standards!”

“I’m being friendly,” Lance replied innocently, though her eyes remained fixed on Marcus.

Quinn’s Saintess aura flared with irritation. “Unbelievable. For three years you two complained about not meeting my husband. You threatened to stage an intervention. You said I was hiding him like some shameful secret. And now-NOW that you finally meet him-you’re insulting him, analyzing our relationship, and suggesting I divorce him?”

“We’re just concerned-” Lance started.

“You’re being hypocrites,” Quinn interrupted coldly, her divine energy making the café lights pulse slightly.” Make up your minds. Either you want to know Marcus, or you don’t. But stop treating him like a criminal on trial.”

Marcus, who’d been observing this entire exchange with dragon-enhanced amusement, decided to escalate the situation. He leaned down and kissed Quinn’s cheek–a gesture of genuine affection that made his wife’s cold indifference crack completely,

Quinn blushed, her Saintess aura glowing warmly. “Marcus! Not in public!”

“Why not?” Marcus’s dragon aura wrapped around her protectively, intertwining with her divine energy in that harmonious resonance that proved their bond. “You’re my wife. I’m allowed to show affection.”

Lance’s face fell as she watched the interaction. That wasn’t how people in marriages of convenience behaved.

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That was real intimacy-the kind that came from genuine love rather than contractual obligation.

Anna noticed Lance’s expression and sighed. “And there goes your theory.”

“I just—I thought maybe” Lance’s voice carried crushing disappointment.

The café entrance opened with aggressive force. A young man swaggered in, flanked by another figure whose presence made several customers instinctively lean away. The first-Larkin Weather-was mid-twenties, wearing expensive streetwear that couldn’t hide his thug mentality. His eyes scanned the café and locked onto Lance with predatory recognition.

“Well, well,” Larkin said, his voice carrying crude satisfaction. “Lance Casey. Didn’t expect to see you here, baby.”

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