A little while later, Hugo returned to the room.
The guys asked where he had been. "Taking care of something," he replied dismissively.
Julian was busy feeding Toby, while Lucas and Seth were scrolling through their phones. Given Hugo's quiet nature, no one pressed for details. Only Vivienne sat in the corner, her expression sour, glaring daggers at him since he walked in.
Fearful that the others would notice her jealousy, she waited until Hugo walked past her to speak up. "Hugo, did you watch my competition today?"
"I did," Hugo said, adjusting his jacket without looking at her.
"Do you think I did well?"
"You won the championship, didn't you?" he countered.
Vivienne choked on her words, her face tightening. He had answered her, but his tone was completely devoid of emotion—a mere formality. He had treated her this coldly since they were children. Remembering the endless patience he had just shown Willow, Vivienne's blood boiled.
"Are you happy I won?" she pressed.


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