âBullshit!â Shawn bellowed, the silence around them growing heavy. He fought to contain his fury. Did they actually believe he wanted to meddle?
âThatâs becauseâ¦â His voice trailed off suddenly. Katherine gazed at him, puzzled. It was all because she was pregnant. Shawn choked back the words, along with his anger.
âFine, itâs none of my business. Katherine, if you choose to be with Bobby, Iâll stay out of it. But donât come to regret this!â He punctuated his final words sharply. As Shawn stormed off, a wave of fear washed over Katherine. âOh my, Joelle, your brother really loves me. Could he end up hating me because of it?â
Joelle was at a loss for words. Truth be told, she had never seen Shawn so agitated. He was renowned for his even temper. She had once broken a record Shawn cherished, and even then, he hadnât lost his cool like this.
âEnough. This time, youâve genuinely hurt my brother.â Bobby and Katherine exchanged a look, realizing they might have pushed too far. âIâll apologize to your brother. I need to speak with him face-to-face.â
âOkay,â Joelle responded, though her concern lingered. âI need to see my brother. Iâm leaving now.â
After her departure, Bobby propped his head with his hand and queried Katherine, âDid I overdo it just now?â
âMaybe a bit much.â Katherine lifted her glass and drained it.
Bobby clicked his tongue, probing further, âHavenât you ever considered being with Shawn? He understands you and loves you deeply.â
Flipping her hair dismissively, Katherine retorted, âI have a boyfriend now.â
Bobby was surprised. âWho is it? How come I donât know about it?â
Katherineâs phone on the table buzzed to life. She picked it up, her face lighting up with joy at the caller ID. Bobby tried to sneak a peek, but Katherine shot him a warning look.
âWhoâs messaging you? You look thrilled.â
âMy boyfriend.â Katherine stood and stepped aside to open the message. It was from Frankie. âHoney, Iâm feeling down. I need a hug.â
Katherine adored the juxtaposition of his public persona as a successful businessman and his private neediness. Curious, she typed back, asking what was wrong.
Frankieâs reply came quickly. âI donât want to discuss it. I just need some comfort. Can I hear your voice?â Katherine cleared her throat, mustered her sweetest tone, and activated the voice recorder. âHoney.â She sent the recording, leaving Bobby visibly unnerved.
âWhoâs your boyfriend?â
âAn online friend,â Katherine replied nonchalantly.
Bobby paused, then silently gave her a thumbs-up. As Joelle approached the spiral glass doors of the hotel lobby, two figures caught her eye. Rebecca, clad in a pristine white dress, was linked arm-in-arm with Adrian, who was dressed sharply in a suit. Post-divorce, Joelle had learned to observe them dispassionately as an outsider.
Adrian and Rebecca seemed perfectly complementaryâhis dark, imposing presence alongside her delicate, almost fragile appearance, reminiscent of Cinderella and her prince.
âJoelle, what a coincidence!â
Joelle had no desire to engage, so she offered a curt nod and moved past them. Outside, the wind whipped at her figure, catching Shawnâs black coat. She adjusted her hair and secured the coat more firmly around her shoulders, striding forward with the poise of a solitary rose against the wind.
Rebecca turned away, curiosity tinged with envy in her voice. âWhose coat is Joelle wearing?â
Seeing Adrianâs lack of response, she forced a cheerful tone. âIt seems Joelle has found herself a very generous friend.â
Adrian turned to her, his expression unreadable. He was aware that Joelle came to meet Shawn, deducing the coat she wore must belong to him. Rebeccaâs implication nagged at him.
âAre you suggesting her previous companion was less considerate?â
Her previous companion was Adrian himself. Rebeccaâs complexion paled. âNo, no, thatâs not what I meant.â
His expression hardened. âRebecca, your past doesnât concern me, but remember why my mother adopted you?â
âYes,â Rebecca murmured, bowing her head. As Amaraâs adopted daughter, romantic aspirations toward Adrian were off-limits. This acknowledgment didnât alter her status significantly. She had hoped that with Joelle out of the picture, the path to becoming Adrianâs wife might clear. Yet, circumstances hadnât unfolded as she anticipated. It felt as though either fate or Joelle herself conspired against her.
âThatâs good to hear,â Adrian stated firmly. âIâve supported your family all these years out of respect for your late father and brother. Put any other thoughts out of your mind.â
Rebecca pressed her lips together, a mix of frustration and resignation in her voice. âI wonât.â
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