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Chase let out a quiet laugh. He knew it whenever Henry showed up, Wendy would always stop. whatever she was doing. Oddly enough, that made him feel a little satisfied. Letting Henry witness that kiss? That had to sting
Henry glanced at Chase first, hesitated, then moved closer to Wendy and said, all aggrieved, “I heard you were out drinking for work, so I made you something for your hangover. Didn’t expect. Chase was here taking care of you too.”
“He wasn’t. He was just having dinner,” Wendy said quickly, distancing herself.
She didn’t want Chase tangled up in the power plays of the business world.
“Oh, I see. Well, here–take this.” Henry shoved the thermos into her hands, visibly more cheerful now that she’d made the distinction. “Did you guys eat enough? If not, I can go make you some
noodles.”
That cozy little offer was more than Chase could take. He turned to go back to his private room, but before he could, the door was kicked open with a loud bang.
Waylon stood there, one hand on the doorframe.
The slam echoed down the hallway, startling everyone. Chase looked unfazed. Waylon’s temper had always been like this–quick and loud, especially when it came to someone messing with Chase. That was just how he’d always been.
Whatever kind of relationship Chase and Wendy had now, in that private room, they’d still been introduced as husband and wife. And now here was some other guy rushing in with soup and puppy eyes. Waylon didn’t even need to ask. Anyone with a brain could tell what this Henry guy was about.
When Wendy saw Waylon, she actually felt relieved. She couldn’t afford to start trouble with Henry herself–but the Fred family? They could do whatever they wanted.
Even at its peak, the Harrison family had to respect the Freds. And Henry? He wasn’t even close.
Henry, clueless, didn’t recognize Waylon. He backed up instinctively.
Waylon gave a sharp smile, showing his teeth as he eyed the thermos in Wendy’s hands.
“Damn. Buddy’s got a househusband now? What kind of VIP treatment is this–someone shows up at a business dinner with some remedy for hangovers. Must be nice.”
Wendy said nothing.
Henry’s face flushed red at the jab. “I’m not a househusband. I’m.. I’m just a friend.”
“A friend!” Waylon walked over and snatched the thermos out of Wendy’s hands, dangling it in
the air. “Then explain this. You’re not a househusband, but here you are showing up like one. Me and my buddy are here, handling business. What are you doing here?”
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Henry’s voice tightened. “You and Chase are divorced. And now you’re still playing the happy couple for Quinn Group? That guy calls you sister–in–law like it’s nothing.”
Wendy shot him a look and tugged on his hand. “Don’t be jealous. I’ve gotta keep Quinn Group steady. That’s my mother’s life’s work–I can’t let it fall apart. And besides, I’ve got you, don’t I?”
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“What the hell is going on?”
Back in the private room, Waylon shoved Chase down into a chair and glared at him.
“You said you were divorced. Who the hell was that guy? And don’t tell me he’s not a househusband, because he is obviously a pushover.”
Chase L
out laughing and poured him a cup of tea.
“Didn’t know you had such a silver tongue.”
Waylon wasn’t having it.
“Don’t change the subject. Talk, or I’ll dig it all up myself.”
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