Chapter 3 Stupid Game
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From the moment Nathan walked into the dressing room, something was off with him.
He acted as if he were trying to punish me.
He leaned against the door, let his gaze settle on me, then looked away almost at once.
Then he strode over to Sienna and slipped an arm around her waist.
"Tired?" he asked, his voice gentle.
"Not tired. Just a little nervous." Sienna leaned into him and smiled up at him.
"You'll be fine. I'm right here." Nathan lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
"There are so many people watching..." Sienna said, deliberately coy.
"So what if they are?" Nathan kissed her cheek again. "You're my wife. I'm allowed to kiss you."
But when he said it, his eyes were on me.
I almost laughed at him in my heart.
He had not changed at all. He was still just as childish.
I ignored him and sat in front of the mirror while the makeup artist finished my look.
In the mirror, Nathan and Sienna clung to each other.
They murmured something I could not hear, laughed together, and finally sank into a deep kiss.
The makeup artist seemed embarrassed, so she tried to make conversation. "Ms. Collins, does this hairstyle work for you?"
I gave her a reassuring smile. "Thank you. It's beautiful."
Nathan finally lost patience and strode toward me.
He stopped behind my chair and met my eyes through the mirror.
"Lyla, I'm about to marry someone else, and you don't feel anything?"
His voice had gone hoarse, and the fingers he pressed against the back of my chair were trembling.
I answered lightly, "What am I supposed to feel?"
His throat moved once, and his voice turned cold. "You're still this heartless. You were like this five years ago, and you're like this now."
I lowered my eyes and said nothing.
After I finished my makeup and reached for my dress, Nathan suddenly caught my wrist.
His gaze locked on the ring on my middle finger, and his chest rose and fell hard.
"What the hell is this?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"A ring." I tried to pull my hand free.
"I know it's a ring!" His grip tightened. "Who gave it to you? Did you wear it just to piss me off?"
I looked into his bloodshot eyes, and exhaustion settled deep in my chest.
"Nathan," I said slowly, "we broke up five years ago."
"So what?" He stepped closer.
"You're still playing these stupid games with me? Lyla, do you even have a heart?"
I did not have the patience to explain everything from the beginning, so I pulled my hand back and said, "Can we hurry this up? I have somewhere to be later."
Nathan studied me as if he were trying to decide whether I meant it.
He did not keep pushing. Instead, he accepted the answer he had already made up in his own mind. He decided that I had done all of this to get under his skin.
His expression eased a little.
Only then did he speak again, slow and unhurried.
"Come on. It's time to go out."
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