Chapter 119: Are You Wearing…
The room froze for a moment.
Sabrina’s face went pale as panic set in—this wasn’t how the plan was supposed to unfold. The situation had spiraled completely out of her control. A tight, suffocating dread gripped her chest as she felt the weight of Zylan’s piercing gaze burning into her. His dark, knowing eyes sent a silent warning that made her stomach churn with regret. She had never meant for things to escalate like this.
Mr. Lucas’ eyes widened as he felt the cold liquid seep down his back. His body went rigid, the chill of the spilled wine sending a sharp awareness through him. The laughter and chatter around them faded, replaced by a thick, unsettling silence. Disbelief and anger surged in his veins as he slowly turned to see who had caused the mess.
His wife gasped, her face draining of color. Across from him, Sabrina stood frozen in place, her expression as white as a sheet. Humiliation crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her hands trembled as she glanced down at her once-pristine crimson and white dress. The deep red stains of the wine streaked across the fabric, creating a disastrous tie-dye effect that looked nothing short of tragic. She wanted to scream, to disappear, to undo this moment—but it was too late.
All eyes shifted to Zylan.
But Zylan, unbothered by the growing tension, had already scooped Naomi into his arms. His movement had been swift, effortless—almost instinctual. The air in the room thickened as stunned gasps filled the space.
He held Naomi with ease, his arms securing her against his broad chest as if she belonged there. The sight alone sent whispers rippling through the crowd.
Then, his voice cut through the silence. Smooth, deep, and unwavering.
"My wife needs to rest."
With that, Zylan turned and began ascending the staircase, leaving the entire room in a stunned daze.
A group of influential women, most of whom had paraded their daughters in hopes of catching Zylan’s attention, erupted into hushed whispers.