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    “Never,” Brendon answered without hesitation. “Ynda, you have nothing to worry about. I would never do such a thing to you.”<fn38da> Readplete version only at find(?)ovel</fn38da>


    In truth, his mind was already fixed on going to the dance floor to find Christina, and he didn’t want to be held back any longer. If he could take her away from Dn, it would prove beyond doubt that he was better than Dn.


    Just imagining Christina choosing him over Dn filled him with a sharp, intoxicating sense of triumph.


    “I believe you, Brendon,” Ynda said, her voice as soft as silk, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, a mask of vulnerable, quiet understanding she’d worn many times before.


    Katie’s frustration boiled over. Ynda wore the look of a woman wronged, yet still kept her feelings locked away. How could Ynda refuse to fight for her own happiness at this point?


    “Fine! Ynda, since you don’t care, then neither will I! But if the dayes when that tramp and my brother end up in an affair, don’te crying to me,” Katie snapped, finally releasing her grip on the mask, her chest tightening with irritation.


    Katie had only wanted to help Ynda, yet Ynda held back at every turn, refusing to stake her im on Brendon. If Christina could so effortlessly use her charm to win over men, why couldn’t Ynda take the initiative and secure her ce in Brendon’s heart?


    Katie saw Ynda as naive, not realizing that in Ynda’s eyes, she was the foolish one.


    “Katie, I…” Ynda began, but her voice faltered as theatrical tears slid down her cheeks.


    Brendon had intended to put on the mask and make his way to the heart of the dance floor, but the sight of Ynda’s tear-streaked face pierced through his determination with guilt.


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    “Don’t listen to Katie’s nonsense. She never has anything nice to say,” Brendon murmured, drawing Ynda into his arms in a tender embrace. “Don’t cry. Seeing you like this hurts me. I promise you, I will never go back to Christina. If I had any feelings left for her, I wouldn’t have divorced her. You, my darling, are the only one in my heart.”


    Ynda nodded, swallowing her tears as she stuck to her act. “I know, Brendon. I believe you.”


    “Now stop crying—it doesn’t suit you,” Brendon said, attempting to coax a lighter mood.


    “I only want Christina to behave appropriately. It’s unseemly for her to act this way at Margot’s birthday celebration. If she damages her reputation, it will reflect poorly on the Dawson family and tarnish our name.” Brendon spoke with conviction, even though he was beginning to doubt his own words.


    “Alright,” Ynda replied, smiling faintly with calcted admiration as she helped him put on the mask. “You look wonderful in this mask.”


    She gave him a gentle push forward, her touch filled with quiet understanding. “Go on, Brendon. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”


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