“But… you and Queenie.”
Those words pierced Julian like icy needles, striking right at his deepest guilt.
So that’s what she’d wanted—to give him her shares as a birthday gift.
But then, she’d caught him with Queenie that day. And… that child.
No wonder she was suspicious and jealous.
He really hadn’t handled things well.
“Gwyneth.”
Usually so composed, Julian couldn’t keep up the perfect act any longer. He cut her off, voice urgent.
He needed to clear this up, right now.
Gripping Gwyneth’s narrow shoulders with both hands, his touch betrayed a hint of agitation. He leaned in, locking eyes with her, desperate to convey sincerity. His tone was more intense and heartfelt than ever before.
“Please, believe me. There’s nothing going on between me and Queenie. I—”
Suddenly, a cold, low voice cut through the air behind them—so flat and frigid it seemed to blow straight in from the Arctic, freezing Julian’s next words in his throat.
“Julian.”
Bennett had appeared silently in the shadows of the entryway, his tall frame radiating a quiet, intimidating force.
His expression was impassive, his eyes cool as they swept over Julian’s hands on Gwyneth’s shoulders. There was no warmth in that gaze at all.
Finally, Bennett’s eyes settled on Julian’s face. His tone was calm, but there was an unmistakable command behind every word:



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