Chapter 224: The Fallout
"Sweet, isn’t it? The silent wife and the overprotective husband."
Logan’s stare snapped back to Tyler, then he threatened him low and lethal. "Enjoy the rest of the party while you can, Dominic. Because after tonight, you’re done."
Tyler’s smirk slipped for the briefest moment but it was enough. Jean saw it, even if Logan didn’t.
A flicker of unease.
And in that flash, she realized Logan’s rage might do more than she ever could. It might actually shake Tyler.
Jean’s hand tightened on Logan’s arm, trying to ground them both. He glanced at her again, chest rising and falling heavily. Then, finally, he exhaled, turning slightly as if to shield her from Tyler’s stare.
The music swelled around them, laughter and clinking glasses covering the quiet war happening in the corner of the deck. And in Jean’s chest, a single thought pounded louder than her heartbeat. This isn’t over.
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The music kept playing, glasses still clinked, and laughter drifted across the deck but the air around Logan and Jean felt heavy. Tense.
Guests had noticed. She could feel their eyes, all those quick glances over crystal rims, whispered words behind manicured hands. Some looked curious; others, amused. But there were a few who looked almost hungry for scandal.
Jean lowered her gaze, trying to steady her breath, her hand still gripping Logan’s sleeve. His heartbeat felt thunderous beneath her fingers.
That was when Jared and Martha quietly made their way over. Jared’s expression was carefully polite for the sake of watching eyes, but his voice dropped low, meant only for them.