Serena bit her lip as she watched Scott walk away with Julissa in his arms.
She had lost.
She had wanted to humiliate Julissa, to make her grovel and see her suffer.
But in the end, the one who came to her rescue was Scott himself.
She knew better than to push him any further.
His patience with her had already reached its limit.
If she continued, she would be the one facing consequences—ones she couldn’t afford.
So, she forced a smile, brushing off her frustration.
Meanwhile, in Scott’s arms, Julissa kept her head down, feeling completely exposed.
Her clothes were soaked, her body chilled, and she reeked of beer and coffee.
She wasn’t usually self-conscious, but being held like this—so vulnerable, so close to him—made her uneasy.
Her mind drifted to another night.
The night she
