Chapter 162 Finn’s Visit
No sound came from within.
Finn’s brows drew together faintly.
Sydney’s expression shifted, and she knocked on the door more gently. “Nadine?”
There was still no reply.
Sydney’s face grew tense as worry crept in. “Mr. Lock, could something have happened?”
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She quickly found the key, and with a soft “click,” the door swung open. Nadine, seated before the vanity, turned in surprise, one hand pressed against her chest, her face pale as if startled.
“Ah!”
Nadine bit her lip nervously, her eyes shimmering with tears.
Only then did Sydney realize her blunder. Nadine wore almost nothing, clutching fabric to her chest, her shoulders and back exposed.
Flustered, Sydney didn’t know how to react. “Nadine! Why didn’t you answer me when I knocked?”
“I was too focused to hear you!”
Nadine’s voice trembled as if she might cry.
Sydney nced at Finn’s severe expression and hurried to exin. “Mr. Lock, Nadine was getting dressed. It’s my fault …
“I
Finn’s frown deepened as he studied the two silently.
Before they could leave, a crowd hurried toward them.
“Ms. Nadine, where’s the banquet happening?”
“Wasn’t it supposed to start earlier? Why hasn’t it?”
The ovepping chatter echoed along the corridor.
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They bustled forward, but the moment they saw the scene, they froze like startled deer.
“Ah!”
This time Nadine’s scream was even sharper.
Sydney finally reacted, and frantically tried to drive the group away.
The hallway descended into chaos, with only Finn remaining still, his face unreadable.
All of this was seen by thete–arriving Abel.
His usual yful air was gone, reced by a heavy gaze locked on the two in the crowd’s
center.
Nadine still appeared flustered and confused, her slender neck flushed crimson.
Her messy clothing was obvious to anyone, hinting at the possibility of something intimate between her and Finn.
Abel’s casual demeanor vanishedpletely, and without realizing it, he was standing straight.
An unexpected anger welled up in him.
In that instant, he felt as though he were Tess–humiliated openly while still married.
If Finn and Nadine could act like this in front of others, what happened behind closed doors?
No wonder Tess had seemed reluctant to acknowledge her marriage when they first met! Now everything made sense!
“Bang!”
A loud sound rang out from nearby.
It snapped the crowd out of their daze, and they all turned toward <i>it</i><i>, </i>but no one was there.
They were confused.
Finding nothing, they turned their eyes back.
“The banquet will be in <i>the </i>dance <i>hall </i>on the first floor of the side building, please arrive on time!”
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Sydney raised her voice quickly, shielding Nadine from view.
The guests‘ expressions shifted, and they forcedughs before leaving.
Nonsense.
Finn’s expression was like ice, and anyone who couldn’t see that clearly had been a waste of time.
They dispersed rapidly, while Abel had already walked toward the dance hall.
His leather shoes clicked as he strode forward.
He paused at the entrance.
Where should he even find Tess<b>? </b>
Abel tried to rein in the frustration in his chest. He sent Tess a message that read, “Where are you? I have something to tell you.”
The moment he lowered his phone, an odd calm settled over him.
What exactly was he nning to do?
The thought hit him abruptly.
Abel froze for a beat, staring at his phone.
What right did he even have to say anything <i>to </i>her?
The question left him speechless.
But almost instantly, an image of a youthful, radiant face surfaced in his mind.
She was smiling at him, her bright eyes like glittering gxies.
That look had stayed with him for years.
Abel suddenly returned to the moment, his gaze now resolute.
No matter what, no matter even if it was Finn, he could not stand seeing Tess hurt and betrayed.
“Are you looking for me?”
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A soft female voice spoke from not far away.
Abel lifted his head.
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A woman with long, flowing hair sat at the piano, draped in avish white faux fur, like a divine figure in the snow.
From his angle, Abel could just make out her exquisite, icy features.
His heartbeat thundered, and a sudden impulse took hold.
That impulse carried him toward her.
At that instant, thinking of all she had endured, he blurted out without thinking, “Tess, marry me!”
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<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.