Chapter 208 What Does He Want?
Chapter 208 What Does He Want?
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Last night, when everything felt ready to blow, all Finn had seen online was Tess and Connor caught up in some messy gossip headline. Butter, back in his room, he spotted her post exining things.
That huge “Selina” printed across the invitation felt like an open insult.
<i>Selina</i><i>? </i>
<i>Tess </i><i>is </i><i>Selina</i><i>? </i>
<i>I </i><i>thought </i>I knew <i>her </i><i>pretty </i><i>well</i><i>–</i><i>turns </i><i>out</i><i>, </i><i>maybe </i><i>not</i>.
When the news broke, he was just as floored as everyone else. Even with years in the business world, he remembered Selina–the mysterious, genius designer.
He’d once thought about ordering a custom suit from her, but her studio had t–out refused.
No one had ever told him no before.
<i>If </i><i>Tess </i><i>had </i><i>been </i><i>Selina </i><i>this </i><i>whole </i><i>time</i>… <i>maybe </i><i>it </i><i>sort </i><i>of </i><i>added </i><i>up</i>.
<i>Still</i><i>, </i><i>how </i><i>was </i><i>that </i><i>even </i><i>possible</i><i>? </i>
He still found it hard to believe.
A <i>year </i><i>ago</i><i>, </i><i>when </i><i>Selina </i><i>was </i><i>all </i><i>over </i><i>the </i><i>fashion </i><i>world</i><i>, </i><i>wasn’t </i><i>Tess </i><i>stuck </i><i>behind </i><i>bars</i>?
Finn kept his face nk, not giving away a thing, while Tess’s patience was clearly running out.
The guy–tall, broad, and impossible to ignore–stood in the doorway, blocking her path.
“You gonna move or what?”
Her voice was sharp, eyebrows drawn tight.
That edge in her tone snapped him out of his thoughts.
His chest tightened, and he caught himself staring longer than he meant to. But the guarded, keep–your–distance look in her eyes shut down that brief flicker of warmth instantly.
His face cooled. Still, remembering how yesterday he’d questioned her like everyone else, a little guilt crept in.
Chapter 208 What Does He Want?
“Evermount Vi belongs to me.”
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He lifted a brow, tugging at the cuffs he’d already fixed.
To Tess, it just looked like he was picking a fight.
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She gave a short, coldugh and yanked the tie he’d just adjusted. “Let’s get one thing straight -you’re the one refusing to sign the divorce papers. I could walk out today if I wanted to.”
Her eyes were sharp, voice like steel.
Finn’s heart gave a sudden, hard kick. He imagined the vi without her–silent, empty, like some pce floating way above the world.
“Tess, howe you can talk nicely to everyone else, but you’re always rude with me?”
His tone was serious now, shadows from his brow darkening his eyes, making them look deep, almost lost–as if they belonged to someone alone in a ce no one visits anymore.
Tess froze for a beat, then her expression shifted.
She scanned him head to toe, wondering, <i>What’s </i><i>his </i><i>deal</i><i>? </i>
But when their eyes met, something in his gaze made the words she’d been ready to throw vanish from her lips.
Her chest lurched hard.
She bit her lip, staring back at him, and realized, <i>Isn’t </i><i>this </i><i>the </i><i>kind </i><i>of </i><i>look </i><i>I </i><i>used </i><i>to </i><i>want </i><i>from </i>him?
The rush of feelings tightened around her heart, squeezing, almost hurting.
<i>Why</i><i>? </i>
Her lips trembled, but when she looked up again, her eyes were cold, dark as ice.
A <i>year </i><i>ago</i><i>, </i><i>he </i><i>didn’t </i><i>believe </i><i>me </i><i>and </i><i>locked </i><i>me </i><i>up </i><i>himself</i><i>. </i>
<i>He </i><i>trusted Nadine’s </i><i>lies </i><i>over </i><i>me </i><i>and </i><i>tossed </i><i>me </i><i>aside </i>like I <i>was </i><i>nothing</i><i>. </i>
<i>I </i><i>got </i><i>out </i><i>and </i><i>raised </i><i>La </i><i>alone</i><i>, </i><i>all </i><i>while </i><i>enduring </i><i>Nadine’s </i><i>constant </i><i>humiliation</i><i>–</i><i>something </i><i>he </i><i>stood </i><i>by </i><i>and </i><i>allowed</i>.
The small flicker of heat in her chest iced over. She pushed the memories away.
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She gave a short, cuttingugh. “Mr. Lock, your memory’s worse than I thought.”
Every word dripped with sarcasm.
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Finn’s mouth opened, his jaw tightening like the words hurt to say. “Lock Group will put out a statement about you. We’re already working to shut down the rumors.”
His gaze shifted to the invitation in her hand. “And some events aren’t necessary.”
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There were quicker, easier ways to help her, but in his mind, as his wife, she didn’t need help from anyone but him.
His tone had a firmness she’d never heard from him before.
Tess eyed him, suspicion flickering, and a stubborn heat rose in her chest. “Strange. A year ago, you weren’t in any rush to defend me. Now you’re ying hero?”
Her voice cut like ss.
Finn’s throat went tight as a pale shadow crossed his face.
But when he saw the me in her eyes, the doubt he’d been avoiding slipped back in.
<i>Could </i><i>she </i><i>really </i><i>have </i><i>been </i><i>innocent </i><i>a </i><i>year </i><i>ago</i><i>? </i>
<i>Still</i>, <i>only </i><i>a </i>few <i>people </i><i>had </i><i>ess to </i><i>Lock </i><i>Group’s </i><i>secrets</i><i>–</i><i>and </i><i>she </i><i>was </i><i>the </i><i>only </i><i>one </i><i>with </i><i>close </i><i>ties </i><i>to </i>
<i>Max</i>.
“If you’re leaving, then go. I don’t want to see you.”
Her expression stayed icy as she mmed the door.
The burst of air felt like a rope tightening around his neck, cutting off his breath.
He stood there, heat burning in his chest, a restless fire coiling under his ribs.
<i>Connor </i><i>is </i><i>a </i><i>businessman </i><i>too</i>. <i>Men </i><i>like </i><i>us </i><i>always </i><i>chase </i><i>profit first</i><i>. </i><i>So </i><i>why </i><i>is </i><i>Connor </i><i>helping </i><i>Tess</i>?
<i>What </i>does he <i>want</i><i>? </i>
Finn let out a dryugh and mmed his fist into the wall.
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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.