Inside, Gavin’s thoughts churned with quiet satisfaction.
‘Anyway, if you divorce your husband, I’ll be the next one,’ he thought smugly. ‘All I have to do is make you fall in love with me. I’ll just keep reminding you how terrible your husband is.’
Unaware of the calculation behind his gentle smile, Mia lifted her glass again and drank.
At that exact moment, Harold stepped into the club.
His gaze immediately locked onto the familiar figures at the table—Mia and Hazel. Relief flashed across his face, but it vanished just as quickly when he noticed someone else seated with them. His steps slowed.
Then he saw it clearly.
Gavin’s hand clasped around Mia’s, his body leaned in too close, his mouth tilted toward her ear as he spoke.
Harold stopped short.
His lips curled into a grin that was half-amusement, half-trouble. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone, snapped a clear photo, and sent it straight to Alexander.
‘This is what happens when you upset your wife. Your replacement is already here! Hahahha!’
Satisfied, Harold slid his phone back into his pocket and headed toward the table, still grinning.
Gavin looked up just as Harold stopped beside them.
“Hey, man,” Harold greeted casually, nodding at him.
Gavin’s eyes flicked to Mia, then back to Harold, curiosity tightening his smile. “…Is this your husband?”
Mia’s eyes widened for a split second—then her expression hardened like someone had just offered her expired milk.
“No.”
The sharpness in her voice made it worse.
“He is not,” she repeated, as if even the idea disgusted her.
Harold blinked, looking almost offended by how violently she reacted. “Hey— I’m not that bad,” he shot back. “I wouldn’t bethatterrible of a husband.”
Mia pressed a hand to her mouth, trying not to gag. “Your cousin is my husband! That’s enough. Stop talking.”
Gavin, who had been silently watching the exchange, leaned back with a faint smirk, clearly enjoying the show. After a moment, he finally exhaled and stood up, “Alright… I’ll let you two recover from… whatever that was.”
He turned to Mia and flashed his signature flirty smile. “Let’s meet again soon.”
Then he stepped back, turned around and walked away, weaving effortlessly through the crowd, disappearing into the throng of dancers and flashing lights without so much as a backward glance.
Hazel leaned toward Mia, her voice low, tinged with disbelief. “Wow… he’s really not getting over you, is he?”
Mia frowned. “What do you mean? He knows I have a husband.”
“That doesn’t seem to be stopping him at all,” Hazel muttered under her breath.
Hazel and Harold exchanged a long, knowing look, shaking their heads in perfect unison.
Just as Mia opened her mouth to respond, a shadow fell across the table.
All three of them looked up.
Alexander stood there.
