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    Ynda, standing at Brendon’s side, did not miss the shift in his expression. Her lips curled faintly as she covered them with her hand, feigning surprise. “Oh dear… why does it look like Christina already has another man beside her? She really does move on quickly, doesn’t she?” Her words were a dagger wrapped in silk.


    Brendon stiffened, taking an impulsive step forward. Ynda quickly reached out to grab his arm.AdChoicesADVERTISING


    “Brendon, what are you doing? That’s Christina’s private matter—we shouldn’t interfere,” she whispered, though her tone carried a hint of smug delight.


    Brendon’s jaw tightened. “Who said I was going to interfere?” he snapped.


    Ynda hid her satisfaction behind a demure smile as she allowed herself to be pulled along. Inside, she was practically giddy.


    She had been waiting for a chance to turn Brendon’s heartpletely away from Christina, and now the opportunity had dropped right into herp.


    If Christina could not even stay single for a while… how could she possibly be taken seriously?


    In Ynda’s mind, Christina had only herself to me. For someone once surrounded by admirers, it wasughable how easily she seemed to fall for the next man who gave her attention.


    Still, jealousy coiled inside Ynda’s chest like smoke. Why was it that every man around Christina was so impossibly good-looking, so effortlessly maic?


    And this new one—this young man—was no exception. His sharp features, calm confidence, and faintly rebellious aura made him stand out immediately. Even from a distance, he radiated a kind of noble poise that drew the eye. Definitely not from an ordinary background, she thought, her heart quickening.


    Christina and Gerry were in the middle of their chat when two figures stepped in front of them, blocking their path.


    Christina’s smile faded as her brows drew together sharply. Of all people, it had to be them. Ynda and Brendon. What were they doing in Jasgow? Weren’t they supposed to still be in Dorfield?


    “Christina,” Ynda greeted sweetly, stepping forward. “It’s been a while.” Then, turning toward Gerry, she extended a perfectly manicured hand. “Hello, I’m Ynda Mitchell.”


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    Now that she was closer, she finally got a proper look at Gerry’s face—and the sight made her heart skip. Up close, he was even more handsome.


    than she had realized. His smile was bright yet refined, his presence maic. There was a mix of sophistication and danger about him that made her pulse quicken.


    For a brief, shameful moment, she could not help herself—her gaze drifted downward, assessing.


    Even that seemed better than Brendon’s.


    Her cheeks warmed slightly, though her thoughts instantly turned scornful. Brendon’s performancetely had been disappointing, to say the least.


    Memories of Brendon going through so much difficulty to get her medicine suddenly shed through Ynda’s mind. A pang of guilt twisted in her chest, and she quickly averted her gaze.


    She hadn’t meant for her thoughts to stray, but the truth was hard to ignore—Brendon had been disappointingtely. Whether it was stress or something deeper, she didn’t know, but the man who had once thrilled her now left her frustrated and unsatisfied.


    And the worst part? She still had to fake it—force smiles, whisper empty praise, pretend he was still the man he used to be. It was exhausting.


    While Ynda stewed in quiet embarrassment, Gerry stood beside Christina, his expression darkening as his gaze fell on Brendon. He knew exactly who Brendon was—the ex-husband who had betrayed Christina, who had traded her love for a mistress and hurt her deeply. Gerry’s fists clenched tightly.


    Brendon shifted uneasily, sensing the hostility directed at him. His earlier arrogance faltered, though he tried to mask it behind sarcasm.


    “So,” Brendon sneered, his tone biting, “you’ve switched men again? I have to hand it to you, Christina—each one’s better looking than thest.”


    “Well, anyone would be an upgrade over you,” she replied smoothly. “Seriously, have you considered seeing a men’s health specialist? Before whatever’s not working bes permanent?”


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