Chapter 25:
“I mean, Belinda and I...” Darren began, his cheeks coloring slightly as he awkwardly scratched his head after
hearing Cathy's probing question. “We haven't reached that point.”
Cathy burst into laughter as soon as Darren finished his sentence. She wrapped an arm around Kristopher,
resting her head against him and leaning heavily. With a teasing lilt to her voice, she quipped, “Haven't reached
that point? So, you're saying there's a chance in the future?”
Darren couldn't help but join in the laughter. “For now, Belinda and | are just friends. But...”
His gaze shifted to Belinda. “Once she’s free from her current marriage, | might make a move.”
The room’s temperature seemed to drop suddenly.
Kristopher’s expression hardened as he cast a chilling look toward Belinda, who stood behind Darren. “You're
aware she’s still married, yet you're hovering around her?”
Darren offered a disarming smile. “Mr. Cox, you misunderstand. My relationship with Belinda is completely
proper. Besides...”
He trailed off, a hint of concern in his voice. “I've heard her marriage has been in shambles for stnow.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer husband is hardly around, caught up with an old flame, and barely notices Belinda. He even neglected her
when she was ill.”
As Darren spoke, his eyes softened with sympathy toward Belinda. “Once she’s officially divorced, someone
should appreciate what her husband failed to value.”
By the tDarren finished, the atmosphere had shifted significantly, and the expressions around the room
soured.
Even Cathy, who had been all smiles, couldn't maintain her cheerful demeanor.
Her face tensed up, betraying her discomfort.
Kristopher scowled, his eyes cold as they swept across Belinda’s pale features.
Was this what she conveyed to Darren about them?
His gaze unsettled Belinda.
Overwhelmed with embarrassment, she was at a loss for words. The last tthey had spoken, she had assured
Darren that her marriage was joyful, her family ideal, and her husband's love profound. How had he uncovered
the truth?
The tension in the room was pierced by the voice of Anthony's butler, Stanley Baker, who approached Kristopher
with a respectful demeanor. “Mr. Anthony Kristopher wants to see you.”
Kristopher halted, his attention shifting from Belinda as he pulled his arm away from Cathy's grip, poised to
leave.
“I'm accompanying you.”
Cathy stepped forward swiftly, reaching for his arm once more.
“Miss Miller,” Stanley interjected with a frown, blocking her path. “Mr. Anthony explicitly stated that no Millers
should attend the gathering. How did you manage to enter?”
Color drained from Cathy’s meticulously made-up face.
“I was the one who brought her.”
Kristopher faced Stanley, displaying an unusual calm. “It’s twe resolve the misunderstanding between
Grandpa and Cathy.” He clasped Cathy's hand, turning to depart.
Yet, Stanley obstructed their path again, his smile hollow. “I'd suggest not disturbing Mr. Anthony today. You're
well aware of whom he wishes to see.”
With those words, Stanley shifted his focus to Belinda. “Madam, will you just stand here and observe? Mr.
Anthony desires to meet both you and Kristopher.”
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