Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 324

Hugh stepped off the gravel path and pushed open the door of the traditional restaurant. His cold, piercing gaze was like a blade pressing against Sarah's back.

A chill ran down her spine as sweat beaded at her temples. She turned around stiffly, just in time to catch a glimpse of a dark figure brushing past her shoulder.

Hugh walked right by her without so much as a glance, but the chill he brought with him lingered in the air like a storm front.

Sarah turned her head slowly, almost mechanically. There he was, tall and imposing, now standing protectively beside Serena.

His eyes were dark, unreadable, but his low voice cut through the tension like steel. "As long as I'm part of the Larson family, the Larson family will always have Serena's back.

"You're so eager to have her go crawling back to beg you and Howard. What is it, Sarah? Are you hoping that I drop dead soon?"

Sarah opened her mouth to explain, but Serena was faster. She tugged on Hugh's sleeve with a frown.

"It was just a pointless argument. Don't say things like that. It's bad luck. You're going to live a long, healthy life, okay?"

Some things should never have been said out loud. Words had power.

Serena's disapproval was written all over her face, and she tugged his sleeve with

a bit more force. There was a flicker of anger in the gesture.

Sarah's explanation got caught in her throat. To her disbelief, Hugh's icy

thawed. His

right. That was out of line.

She didn't even notice the stunned looks Chris and

Hugh... just admit he was

shook her head. This wasn't the time to get distracted by Hugh's uncharacteristic humility. He had heard every awful and

her as she

with Serena. I've got nothing against you, Mr. Larson. I'd never wish harm on

Serena, but that's never stopped you from cursing

he spotted the restaurant manager hurrying over and

able to

that

negativity from

Sarah froze.

could even react, the manager jumped in with an eager grin. "Oh, she's fantastic! A few minutes with the magic water, and all that bad

for Mrs. Larson's sister, I'll make

any

"W-Wait... Hold on..."

kind of ritual? Was this some sort

to stop him, but

er