?Chapter 134:


    Marc had calmed down—on the outside—but his eyes were still locked on Ste across the room, sharp and intense, like he was trying to burn holes into her from a distance.


    Johnny tried to break the tension. “Marc,e on, stop staring. If you want a girl, say the word—I can call a hundred over, all your type.” It earned him nothing but a death re.


    Johnny raised his hands in surrender, not daring to say another word. Tommy leaned in, muttering under his breath, “He’s been staring at her for almost half an hour. His neck’s probably cramping.”


    Johnny followed Marc’s gaze. “Who’s that guy with her anyway? He looks familiar, but I can’t ce him.”


    Tommy rolled his eyes. Johnny really knew how to hit a sore spot. Sure enough, that one casual question snapped Marc’sst thread of patience. He stood up abruptly and stormed toward Ste’s table.


    Ste and Sharon had nned for a chill night—just a few drinks to take the edge off. No drama. No overindulgence.


    That was the agreement. But Sharon wasn’t sticking to the n. Every time Ste tried to pass, Sharon topped her ss again, all with a mischievous smile.


    Ste sighed, rubbing her temples as another headache crept in. She was about to raise her ss when an annoyingly familiar voice cut through the music.


    “Ste, you seem to be in a great mood tonight.”


    That smug, bitter tone could only belong to one man. Marc. Ste didn’t even hide her eye roll.


    She’d seen him the moment he walked in—and ignored him ordingly.


    This bar didn’t belong to him. She had zero obligation to pretend he existed.


    She leaned back in her seat, bored. “Mr. Walsh, how much have you had to drink to forget I’m not Ste? If you’re that bored, go find a corner to rot in quietly.”


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    Before Marc could p back, Sharon shot up from her seat like a firecracker. “Excuse me, sir, who are you exactly? Why are you harassing my friend?”


    Sharon’s eyes were sharp and full of fire.


    She had never met this arrogant excuse of a man in person before, but she’d heard plenty. Every time Sharon wanted to confront him, Ste would hold her back—tell her to let it go.


    Not tonight. Tonight, he came looking for trouble. And Sharon wasn’t about to let it slide.


    She stood up sharply, stepping in front of Ste like a human shield, her re fixed firmly on Marc.


    Marc stared back coldly, his toneced with mockery as he addressed Ste. “Who’s that guy with you? Bet William doesn’t know you’re running around with another man. With the way you act, I wonder how long he’ll bother keeping you around.”


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