Chapter 89
I paused for a moment before saying, “Maybe so.”
We were both adults, and at this place in our relationship, we understood each other’s actions all too well.
But I didn’t want to put up with his blowing hot and cold. I got no time for that.
If we couldn’t click, then it was best we each went our own way. That was the best choice. Tonight, we didn’t gather for drinks, but for a poker night.
As we reached the private room’s door, I suddenly needed to use the restroom. I told Christine and the others, and headed off.
After taking care of business, just as I rounded the corner from the restroom, I bumped into Mark.
He had just seen me too, raising his eyebrows with a smile, “I saw your name Ferguson Group’s competition list. Looking forward to working together.”
on the
Feeling a bit sheepish, I smiled back, “Mark, it’s just an opportunity to compete, whether I
can…
I was cut off mid-sentence when suddenly a hand clamped down on my shoulder from behind, pulling me close with force.
Bryant glared at Mark with a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Got a habit of picking other guys’ wives for collaborations?”
“What are you talking about?” I shot him a glare, then looked apologetically at Mark. “He’s joking, Mark Don’t take it to heart.”
“He’ll know if it’s a joke or not.”
Bryant dropped this line, his hand sliding from my shoulder to my arm, pulling me in the opposite direction.
I snapped, “Bryant, what are you doing?”
Bryant, decked out in a tailored black suit, flaunted a broad-shouldered figure as he took long strides. His presence was intimidating, almost menacing.
Hearing my protest, he didn’t slow down or hesitate, but gripped me even tighter, leaving
wiggle free. no room for me to
I could only stumble after him, turning back in hopes Mark would relay a message to Christine, but I met Mark’s cold, deep gaze instead. Then, in a blink, he was looking at me softly again.
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