What is he doing here?He was standing firmly on my side with wine flute in his large veiny hand. He eyed me then, his brow shot up. I bit the inside of my cheek and cleared my throat.“I don’t actually care.” I gulped the remaining champagne in my glass, gaze shifted back to where Duke was.“So… you’re playing the role of a martyr wife, huh?” Atlas concluded. My grip against the glass tightened a bit.“How can you say so, brother?” I countered with a forceful smile. “Guess you don’t love him that much.” Instead, he concluded once again. It stiffened me in a blink. Now that I returned my eyes to him, I couldn’t seem to take them off his majestic face anymore.“Bro, you’re just too good at guessing, aren’t you?” I put the glass down, turned completely to face him, rested my elbow on the table and stared at him shamelessly.For a moment, something flickered in those mesmerizing pair of his. I’d like to think I’ve really seen a glint of irritation in them and how his expression shifted
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