Cloe’s eyes widened as she noticed the deep red stains on Bryan’s neck and chest, the rich wine stark against the crisp white fabric of his shirt. She hadn’t seen the aftermath of Sonia’s outburst until now, and the sight left her momentarily frozen.
Bryan approached her slowly, holding out a napkin, his voice soft, almost pleading. "Please, help me clean this. Look what Sonia did to me."
Cloe blinked, still trying to process the situation. "Sonia... did this?" Her voice was filled with disbelief as she hesitantly took the napkin from his hand, her movements hurried, wanting to fix the chaos in front of her. She began dabbing at the stains, focusing on the mess, not realizing the tension that was brewing between them.
Bryan, however, felt something entirely different. The moment her han
