Izzy's Pov. The dining room buzzed with chatter, glasses clinking, and laughter that felt distant to me. My pulse thudded in my ears as Adrian, leaning slightly on the back of his chair, smirked at Matt. “Trust me, brother,” Adrian drawled, voice low, carrying that dangerous calm. “You don’t want to meet her… yet.” Matt froze mid-bite, fork halfway to his mouth. “Wait—what? What are you talking about?” His brow furrowed in confusion. I swallowed hard, gripping my napkin like a lifeline. The tension between the two brothers crackled, invisible but tangible. “Focus on your wife,” Adrian said smoothly, eyes flicking to mine, the smolder in them scorching. “Stay out of my personal life, Matt. Ge… ez.” The last word was sharp, teasing, but underlined with warning. Matt frowned, clearly unsettled, but before he could respond, Mrs. Sinclair’s gentle but firm voice cut in. “Okay, Adrian, I think you’ve had enough for tonight, honey. Let me escort you to bed.” Her hands rested li
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