Dating My Boyfriend's Uncle
Adams sat beside her, swirling his glass of wine lazily, a smirk tugging at his lips when he saw Liam and Chelsea.
“Well, look who’s here,” Adams said casually, leaning back in his chair. “The prodigal son returns.”
Liam ignored the jab, his tone steady. “Where’s Marina?”
Before Adams could respond, a familiar voice drifted from the staircase. “Right here.”
All heads turned. Marina was descending slowly, dressed in an elegant silver gown that shimmered under the chandelier. Her poise was graceful, her smile fixed yet coldly polite.
“Liam,” she greeted, her tone smooth as silk. “You look well.”
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