Chapter 113

Queenie clung to Ivan's arm, but he just took a long drag from his cigarette and patted her on the head. "Enough, go inside and wait for the results. I'll finish my smoke and come find you."

She caught the careless, unmoved look on his face and knew he wasn't letting her get away with any games. Reluctantly, she tugged at his sleeve. "Alright, but don't take too long."

She'd smashed Ivan's favorite mug earlier, and when she saw his anger, she felt a strange mix of nervousness and sweetness. Instinctively, she faked a

stomachache to defuse his temper.

Thankfully, after sweeping up the broken pieces, Ivan had taken her straight to the hospital.

His concern for her made it impossible for Queenie to admit she'd been faking.

Once Queenie disappeared toward the emergency room, Ivan finally turned his gaze in the direction Elodie had gone.

For a moment, he wondered:

Did Elodie see what just happened?

Would her eyes be red with anger again?

scowled, tossed the cigarette aside, and strode off toward

just unlocked her car and was about to get in when a hand appeared out of nowhere,

up and saw

a hint

someone you know and not even

pressed her lips together. She honestly hadn't expected Ivan to follow her. "It's dark-I didn't see you." She spoke evenly, making an obvious

out a short laugh. "Didn't see me, but ran off like you were being chased? You've been married

caught the bite in his words; everything he said seemed

kept her composure. "Is there

stubbed it out. "You saw and walked away. Isn't that your way of making me chase after

with him. He'd never been able

all ridiculous. "You're mistaken. What

unruffled she was, Ivan's smile turned cold. "That so? When Jarrod was spoiling his mistress, Mrs. Silverstein,

expected Ivan-who knew her almost as well as her closest family-to twist

said nothing, turning away

her shoulder, pulling her back. He grinned, voice low and mocking. "If you won't say goodbye to your brother, surely you won't

a black Mercedes was just pulling past the security post. Jarrod sat in the driver's

eyes were dark and unreadable; his face betrayed nothing, and he

He's probably here to

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