Annabelle couldn’t understand it.
Kendrick knew exactly what kind of person Ada was, so why was he even acknowledging her?
She also knew he wasn't the type to entertain people like Willie. Yet there he was, walking away with both of them.
And the worst part? He had clearly seen her, but he didn’t come over.
A sourness surged through Annabelle’s chest, mixed with a wave of frustration. She had rarely felt this way before.
Gauge followed her gaze, observing Kendrick. Then, without a word, he grasped her wrist gently, half-supporting her as they walked forward.
She didn’t protest, but her mind was in turmoil. Her eyes remained fixated on Kendrick, watching as he joined the group around the bonfire.
The atmosphere grew livelier in an instant.
A man like Kendrick, admired and unattainab
