Chapter 410
Chapter 410:
Heat crept up my neck and into my cheeks, and I turned away quickly, hoping he hadn’t noticed.
“But what are you doing here p>
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? I thought you said you were here for a dance competition p>
“That’s true, but I’m also making the most of my free time. San Diego is not bad at all for a little break p>
“So when are you planning to tell your husband you’re here p>
𝘙е𝗮𝗱 f𝘳e𝖾 n𝗼𝘃е𝗅s 𝗈𝘯
“You didn’t tell him?” I looked at him, surprised.
“I was about to, but I never got the chance. Someone else showed up and hijacked the entire conversation p>
“Who exactly interrupted you p>
“Chloe Enriquez walked in with a bottle of wine and derailed everything p>
Wordless, I let the silence settle between us, waiting for Andrew to speak first.
“So you’ve been pouring your heart out to the bartender about your marriage p>
“You were listening p>
“I caught most of it.” He nodded. “So is it true — you fell in love with him p>
A tired sigh slipped out before I could stop it. “It’s ridiculous, I know. Loving someone who can’t love you back never ends well p>
“Why don’t you tell him how you feel, Sophia p>
My smile was fragile as I glanced sideways at him.
“We’re in the middle of a divorce, Andrew. There’s no point confessing anything now p>
“But what if he feels the same way and just hasn’t told you p>
“If there were anything there, I would have seen it by now.” Turning back to the bar, I shook my head. “Bartender, another round, please p>
Andrew gave a quiet laugh but quickly slid the glass out of my reach. “That’s enough for tonight, Sophia. Come on, I’ll walk you to your room p>
“No — I’m not ready to call it a night! One more, handsome, just one more p>
“Absolutely not, Sophia. You’ve had plenty. You’re definitely drunk p>
“I am not drunk, Andrew p>
“You’ve had more than enough. I’m taking you upstairs p>
“For the last time, I am perfectly fine p>
“Unless you’d like me to call your husband and tell him exactly where you are p>
That was enough. I shot him a withering look, frustration flaring up — but in the end, I knew I was beaten. As much as I wanted to stay and drown my sorrows at the bar, there was no getting around it.
With a sigh, I let him help me to my feet. He waved off my protests about the bill and settled it himself, then guided me gently toward the exit, one hand steady on my arm and the other on my shoulder as we made our way through the crowded room.
We were nearly out when a voice cut through the noise behind us — a voice I recognized instantly.
“So this was your plan all along, Andrew p>
We both turned. There was Daniel, just a few meters away. The dim light of the bar did nothing to soften the storm gathering on his face. One hand gripped his glass; the other was thrust deep into his pocket.