CHAPTER THIRTEENERICThe drive home was suffocating.Victoria had been talking non-stop since they left the gala. About Marcus, about Camila, about Eric's "embarrassing" public display. Her voice grated on his nerves like sandpaper.Eric's hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white."Eric, are you even listening to me?"Victoria's sharp voice yanked him back to the present."What?" He pulled through the gates of his estate, the security lights flickering on automatically."I asked if you're planning to explain yourself. To the board. To me." She crossed her arms, glaring at him. "That scene tonight was humiliating.""What scene?" Eric parked in the garage, turned off the engine."You. Running to defend that woman like she's your personal responsibility. Marcus was right, it looks inappropriate."Eric got out of the car without responding.Victoria followed, her heels clicking sharply on the concrete as he walked toward the house. "Don't ignore me, Eric. I'm trying to help you."
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