Chapter 15: The Trap
"What the hell does that mean?" Jean asked, taken aback by his sudden rage.
Logan let out a bitter chuckle. "You really have no idea, do you?" He turned his body slightly toward her, lowering his voice but making sure she heard every word. "The whispers, the looks... Jean, they think we're sleeping together."
Jean's breath hitched. "Excuse me?"
Logan arched his brow. "You heard me. There's a rumor spreading like wildfire that you and I are... involved. That's why you're seated here. That's why Mr. Kim looks like he's reevaluating his life choices right now."
Jean's heart pounded as she looked around again, this time truly seeing the knowing smirks and subtle glances cast her way. It was as if every person on the yacht had already judged her, decided she was some woman who seduced her rivals to get ahead.
And then she spotted Junho.
The bastard was leaning back lazily in his chair, sipping his drink, eyes locked onto her like a cat toying with a mouse. He smirked, lifted his glass in a mock toast, and mouthed something she couldn't hear.
But she didn't need to hear it.
Her stomach twisted.
It was him. He had done this. Her heart was telling her.
Her pulse hammered in her ears as her grip on the table tightened. She wanted to scream, to march over and wipe that smug expression off his face, but she forced herself to stay put. Losing control now would only make things worse.