Chapter 152 Finn’s Warning
Chapter 152 Finn’s Warning
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His voice dripped with sarcasm, and Abel gave a guilty little nose rub before sneaking a nce
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Tess didn’t so much as blink–like she was barely even there.
When he saw she wasn’t bothered, Abel straightened up and said, “Been hanging around Aetheris for a while. Thought I’d drop by Uncle Finn’s ce.”
He shrugged, eyebrows arched in a cocky way. <ul><li></li></ul>
Technically, he wasn’t lying, but Finn Lock’s mood got even colder.
Abel was checking Tess out right in front of him, like Finn wasn’t even there.
Finn’s jaw flexed, teeth grinding in silence, and a dull ache started behind his temples.
If Zane hadn’t gotten that call from the front desk, Tess would probably owe him another favor right now.
Finn’s lips pressed thin, his gaze hard on Abel.
Last time at the charity dinner, Abel tried to cozy up to his wife in his ce. And now he was pulling the knight–in–shining–armor act again?
With a scoff, Finn stood and, without warning, scooped Tess into his arms.
The move stunned her. By the time she realized what had happened and started to push away, Finn was already back in his chair, holding her tight.
Abel tensed instantly, half a step forward like he might intervene, but when he caught the nk look on Tess’s face, he slowly dropped his hand.
His usualzy grin faded, and the easygoing spark in his
eyes vanished.
“Uncle Finn … ‘
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“What’s with the long face? Can’t I hug my own wife?”
With Tess in his arms, Finn’s bad mood faded. His expression softened, and he looked like someone who knew exactly where he belonged.
The weight of that “wife” title crushed Abel right where he sat.
apter 152 Finn’s Warning
Abel’s expression darkened.
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The two men stared cach other down–Finn with a faint curve to his lips, Abel with his <b>smile </bpletely gone. On the surface, they still looked like a friendly uncle and nephew, but the <b>air </b>between them was sparking.
“Let go,” Tess said sharply, catching the difference in their expressions and feeling a re of
anger.
What did they think she was–some prize to be fought over?
“No.” His answer was instant.
Tess shot him a deadly re, but Finn only raised a brow.
Their eyes locked like two fists meeting midair.
Inside, Tess felt a confusing tangle of emotions.
She knew Finn had never thought much of her, so why had he been so in her spacetely, even doing things he used to hate?
It didn’t make sense, and the heat of his touch was suffocating.
“Tess, we’re still married. Remember who you are. And the guy across from you? He’s also your nephew.”
His voice was low, his warm breath brushing her ear.
Tess went rigid. She stared at Abel, her brows furrowing.
She caught what Finn was implying.
Abel was no ordinary man. Even when he actedzy or reckless, there was always that air about him–like he’d been born to it. She’d figured his interest in her was because she reminded him of someone, and since he seemedid–back, she’d never taken it too seriously.
But Finn’sment made her remember that icy look Abel had given downstairs.
Someone like him should’ve been great at hiding his feelings, and with all those media cameras around, you would think he’d keep his cool. But nope, he didn’t even bother. Right there in front of everyone, he dropped the troublemaker with one clean punch.
Even Tess–not always the quickest to catch on–could tell something wasn’t right.
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Chapter 152 Finn’s Warning
She felt a shiver run down her spine.
So that’s why Finn had called them both in to warn her.
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She turned her gaze away from Abel and gave Finn a sharp re, but didn’t try to wriggle free this time.
Every now and then, she nced down, hershes hiding the unease in her eyes.
It all made sense.
Finn’s golden–boy nephew–how could he be tied to her, the almost–ex–wife with a record?
The realization somehow calmed her, though the irony still bothered her.
Snapping out of her daze, Tess realized how close their bodies were. Even withyers of fabric between them, she could feel the heat.
She shifted ufortably, her brows twitching.
Finn seemed unaware of what she was thinking–his face stayed neutral, though the slow movement of his Adam’s apple gave away a flicker of tension.
He might have looked calm, but her faint scent was like a match, seeping into him and scattering his thoughts.
Abel’s eyes darkened as he watched them.
“You’re getting divorced, aren’t you? If Uncle Finn doesn’t love her anymore, then maybe you should give Tess a little space.”
His tone was almost casual, but the sh of his teeth felt like the glint of a knife. The air between the two men was thick with tension.
Off to the side, Zane could feel sweat on his neck.
He nced out at the zing sunlight and rubbed the goosebumps on his arm.
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Sara Lili
<strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.