Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown

Chapter 51

The realization nearly drove Aaron to the brink of madness.

But as his gaze fell on Serena's peaceful, sleeping face, he suppressed the urge

to lose control and gently closed the door behind him.

He headed downstairs, got into his car, and drove off to Neon Haze.

Neon Haze was a bar owned by Frederick.

At 3 a.m., the bar had just passed its peak of chaos, yet it hadn't completely quieted down.

Aaron navigated through the staggering patrons, making his way to a private room on the second floor.

He pushed the door open.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, abruptly silencing the sounds of dice games, laughter, and whispered conversations within.

Everyone inside turned to stare at Aaron, who stood at the entrance radiating a menacing aura.

chill

In an instant.

poured out of the

remained seated on the couch, unmoved, casually swirling the drink in his glass. "Well, Mr. Vance, what's got you

a bottle of liquor, unscrewing the cap. "Hey, hey,

took a deep swig of the

and gut. Yet

at the sight. "Really, Mr. Vance? Drowning your sorrows

locking onto Frederick's. "When do you think a woman would tell you she doesn't

of love, chuckled at the question. "Ah, you've come to the right expert. Generally, there

second?"

well, she's truly given

amusement. “So, tell me, what kind of woman have

hear Frederick's words, his gaze fixed intently on the vodka before

gravity of the situation. "What happened? Did Cynthia Lynwood say

Frederick. After a

Serena said she doesn't love you? Is that why you're like this?

Frederick, his expression