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“Excuse me, Serena is an old classmate of ours. We were just catching up, she had a bit too much to drink. It’s all a misunderstand- ing, a misunderstanding.”
Dillian started to panic too. He tried to maintain a calm facade, but his voice was trembling.
The head bodyguard pulled up the restaurant’s security footage and made a copy right in front of them.
My head was spinning. So dizzy I felt like I was floating.
The next time I opened my eyes, I was in Nicolai’s arms. He looked exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept
all night.
“Nicolai…” my voice trembled.
“The wine glass has been sent for analysis,” he said in a low voice. “They’re going to prison.”
I stared at him, a shiver running through me. When Nicolai was angry, he was terrifyingly cold. It was the first time I’d seen him
show so much emotion.
The usually prim and proper Nicolai ripped off his tie. I’d never seen this side of him before, like he’d torn off his civilized mask to
reveal a much darker self.
“Nicolai…?”
Was this really my calm, restrained, steady husband?
I whispered his name. I don’t know what nerve I touched, but by the end of it, I was crying.
I was awake all night, completely drained.
What was wrong with him? Had hearing about Chloe stirred up some strange new feelings in him?
My guess wasn’t far off.
Chloe had been transferred to the head office.
