Chapter 532
Chapter 532:
“Hello, Mirabelle.” His smile was perfect as always, but something was off.
Yvaine clocked it instantly. “What p>
He gave me an apologetic glance, then steered her out of earshot. A muffled curse from Yvaine later, she was marching back, dragging Cade with her. “Of course you should tell her p>
“Tell me what?” I asked, confused.
Cade shifted uncomfortably.
Yvaine jabbed him in the ribs. “Go on p>
“Cade?” I prompted again.
“Ashton was having dinner in a restaurant nearby,” he said, his eyes still anywhere but mine. “He wasn’t alone. There was a middle-aged couple, a woman and a man who might be part of the group, but I can’t be sure p>
“The woman. Blonde, blue eyes, stunning, built like a Roman goddess?” I asked, narrowing my gaze.
He nodded. “The couple left first. Ashton and the woman came out together as I was walking past p>
“And?” I leaned in, waiting.
“Then the guy came out after them. Looked furious, maybe drunk. He shook his fist. I couldn’t hear what they said. The woman said something, he got angrier p>
Then she… Cade trailed off.
“Say it,” Yvaine urged. “She needs to know p>
Cade met my eyes at last. “She kissed Ashton p>
Yvaine twisted the knife. “On the lips, not the cheek p>
“I’m sorry.” Lea handed me a tissue. “Here, for the… lipstick p>
I took it and wiped my lips harshly. “What the hell was that p>
“I’m sorry,” she said again, her head hanging low. “I don’t know what I was thinking. He kept yelling that I wouldn’t find a man better than him, that no one would want me except him, that I was some kind of reject. I was pissed off. I just wanted to prove him wrong p>
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“You could’ve done that without kissing me,” I said, irritated. “There are better ways p>
“I know, but I wasn’t thinking, okay? It was stupid, and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again p>
I looked out of the car window, watching the blur of buildings pass by. “Forget it p>
It was an understandable lapse, I supposed. Anyone could lose their head dealing with a man like Pierre. Still, I wished she hadn’t made that choice.
“At least he signed the divorce papers,” I said after a pause. So, the dinner tonight hadn’t been a complete waste.
“I know, and I can’t tell you how relieved I am,” Lea replied.
Was she, though? I had my doubts.
The way she spoke about him when he wasn’t around, and the way she behaved when he was there, made me question whether she was truly over Pierre. Usually so rational and cool-headed, she turned into—though I hated to admit it—a dimmer, weaker version of herself around him. She probably had a case of love-brain.
I promised myself I would help her this one time. But if she went back to Pierre again, I wouldn’t lift a finger.
The car slowed to a stop in front of the hotel.