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    Kristian shot him a sideways nce. “Aren’t you?”


    That shut Felipe up for a moment. God, what a friend.


    Felipe scoffed. “Please. Not as envious as you. At least I have a kid with Farrah. Isabe actually likes me. You? You’ve got nothing.”


    A shadow flickered through Kristian’s gaze, but his voice stayed razor-sharp. “Heard the boy chasing after Farrah is close to Isabe. Maybe I’ll give him a little push.”


    Felipe’s grin vanished. “You wouldn’t dare.”<fn1be8> Chapters first released on F?nd-Novel</fn1be8>


    Kristian shrugged like it meant nothing. “Keep talking about marriage and I just might.”


    Felipe stared at him, disbeliefced with a dash of hurt. “Are we friends?”


    Kristian said nothing. He didn’t need to. The silence said it all.


    Felipe exhaled—low and bitter—and dropped the subject. Sparring with Kristian was like fencing with ss: sleek, dangerous, and bound to leave cuts.


    Shaking it off, he shifted his gaze across the ballroom, where Gerard’s groomsman stood quietly near the dais. “You remember Melvin?” he asked, nodding toward the area.


    Kristian didn’t even blink, just gave him a look that said, Get to the point.


    “I used to think, with how he treated Freya… if she hadn’t remarried you, maybe he’d have made a move. He treated her well. But… nothing ever happened.”


    Kristian wasn’t buying it. “Trying to fish out something about Farrah and that boy again?”


    “Rx,” Felipe said, sounding defensive now. “I’m just making conversation.”


    Kristian leaned back, calm as ever. “Zander and that boy are working on the same production crew. If I wanted to help the kid out, I could. And Zander would be d to.”


    Felipe didn’t respond this time.


    He leaned back with a sigh, realizing—yet again—that talking to single men was a dangerous game. They were sensitive, prickly, and prone to taking everything personally. Especially this grumpy one. Kristian was exhausting.


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    The wedding banquet was a grand affair—shing lights, shimmering gowns, champagne toasts echoing beneath crystal chandeliers.


    Byte afternoon, most of the guests had already departed, leaving behind only a handful of rtives and a few out-of-town friends.


    Kristian and Felipe said their farewells and slipped out discreetly as the festivities wound down. Melvin lingered, still in his groomsman suit, quietly helping where needed.


    Some timeter, Gerard returned—now dressed in casual clothes—with his arm around his bride. After seeing her off to rest, he wandered back into the venue, his eyes scanning until theynded on Melvin.


    Melvin raised a brow as Gerard approached. “Shouldn’t you be with your wife right now? What are you doing here?”


    Gerard chuckled, adjusting his sses with a knowing smile. “Someone wants to see you.”


    Melvin didn’t see thating. He looked puzzled, genuinely unable to think of anyone who would want to see him.


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