◇Dean ◇
Mr Vincent was speaking to him, but his eyes were locked on his wife.
She was at the bar, Danny beside her lightly touching her hand, her fingers fidgeted, head lowered , murmuring something, her face carried a storm of emotions, anger, sadness…
Dean's jaw clenched as he watched Danny take her hands and guide her to the dance floor.
He couldn't tear his gaze away as they swayed to the music, laughing softly like a couple lost in each other, like lovers.
The sight made his chest burn. Without another word, he excused himself and strode towards them.
“May I have my wife back?” he said, voice light, lips curled into a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
“Of course, Mr Williams.” Danny replied politely but stiffly, his eyes flared with restrained frustration as he stepped away.
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