Chapter 350:


    The past few days had drained Marc—mentally and physically. Doreen’s pregnancy had thrown himpletely off bnce, and he still hadn’t figured out how to deal with it.


    He hadn’t figured out how to handle the situation, and now unexpectedly ran into Ste.


    She looked… breathtaking. Poised. Effortless. The delicate line of her corbone visible under her dress. And yet, she sat therepletely at peace—as if he’d never existed.


    He hesitated. Then, seeing the empty seat beside her, he made a split-second decision and slid into it.


    Before Ste and Sharon could notice, Marc had already settled in beside Ste.


    “Stel,” he said under his breath. “The pregnancy—it’s not what you think. I can exin. You know it’s always been you. In my heart… it’s only ever been you.”


    Ste’s expression faltered the moment Marc opened his mouth.


    She’d been in a great mood, but now he was here, ruining it with his nonsense. “Whatever’s going on in your personal life isn’t my concern, Mr. Walsh. Now kindly return to your seat.”


    Marc pressed his lips together. “Ste, I know you’re jealous. No need to hide it. We’ve been together for years—I know how you think. There’s nothing going on with Doreen. I just helped her with school because she couldn’t afford the tuition.”


    Ste let out a short, sharpugh. “Leave now, or I’ll call security.”


    She turned away and resumed chatting with Sharon, scrolling through the auction catalog on her phone as if nothing else existed.


    Marc was about to say something else when a man approached. “Excuse me, sir. That’s my seat.”


    Marc awkwardly stood up, shot onest nce at Ste, and shuffled back to his row.


    The auction began shortly after. Sharon practically bounced in her seat and grabbed Ste’s arm. “Ste, help me bid, will you? As long as it’s under five million, I’m good.”


    Ste nodded.


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    The first item up for bid was the jade piece Sharon had been obsessing over. Once the emcee introduced it, bidding started.


    At first, only a few paddles went up—clearly, not everyone was impressed. Sharon, however, looked confident. She was sure it was hers. Until someone else jumped in.


    “Number fifty-three, two and a half million! Do I hear more?”


    Ste and Sharon both turned to see Marc.


    He wore a smug look, as though he thought he was doing them a favor.


    He’d obviously overheard them earlier and decided to “help.”


    He kept bidding, slowly inching the price up. Three million. Three and a half.


    Sharon was fuming. “Ste, how are there men this shameless in the world?” Marc’s smug little game was driving her insane—and the price was creeping dangerously close to her five million limit.


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