Fitch''s wound was slowly healing, bute midnight, he found himself itching to scratch at the scab.


    Nn was sound asleep between them, and Zoey, without even opening her eyes, said in a cool tone, "Move again, and you''ll wake Nn."


    Fitch felt a pang of jealousy but didn''t dare ask for anything, merely grunting in response, subdued.


    Nn was blissfully unaware of the undercurrents between the two, sleeping peacefully in the middle.


    A monthter, Zoey took Nn to a gathering in Greenfield. It was her first such outing sinceing back.


    Fitch mingled with a group of men, his gaze lingering on her throughout the event. He saw her chatting happily with Maja, thenughing with Carol about something. She seemed much more open, and although she was cold to him, just being by her side gave him some peace. As for his current heartache, he knew he deserved it.


    Aware of this, he always found himself sneaking nces at her from secluded corners.


    After mingling with her friends, the men started to approach.


    Cornelia was approached by Omar Casson, who she pushed away, only for him to cling back, his tone through gritted teeth.


    "Cornelia, enough is enough. Haven''t you had your fill of rumors with others? Talking to people tonight, I felt like I was wearing a cuckold''s hat."


    Cornelia, having recently won a prestigious award, was in a good mood, poking Omar in the chest with her finger. "You don''t have to wear it."


    Omar took a deep breath, his fingers curling slightly. "That''s not what I meant."


    "Then what? You''re implying I''m fickle, that I''m promiscuous?"


    "No, but next time you spark a rumor, at least pick someone decent. The guy tonight was so arrogant in front of me, I had someone sideline him. Cornelia, even if it''s just to spite me, you should aim higher." Cornelia stiffened, looking up at him.


    Omar, already worn down, raised his hand to her waist, "Don''t demean yourself on purpose."


    Cornelia lowered hershes, her brow furrowed, "I didn''t sleep with him."


    "Even if you did, it''s my fault, okay? Stop saying things to provoke me."


    Omar''s response was defensive, clearly not his first time being provoked.


    Cornelia shrugged, "You wouldn''t believe me anyway."


    Omar''s face darkened, then his eyes reddened, "If I hadn''t caught you in the act, maybe I would have."


    "It was with someone else."


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    When Omar caught her, she genuinely didn''t expect him toe back so soon. Then she watched the two men fight, still finding the time to bathe, dress, and put on makeup.


    By the time she came out, the fight was over, both men sporting bruises.


    Omar, frustrated and angry, could only shout, "Let him leave; this is the house I bought for you."


    Even Cornelia, with her thick skin, remembered then that Omar had bought the house.


    She apologized to the young actor


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    Once he left, only she and Omar remained.


    Omar had the house disinfected and then sold it.


    Now, looking at Omar, she suddenly felt tired, yawning, "I think I need to rest."


    His eyes, cold and detached, "My ce tonight?"


    Like a consort waiting for a favor.


    She instantly smiled, "Sure, Mr. Casson."