Zoey swept toward him in a flowing violet gown, elegance radiating from every step.
Charles, however, didn't even glance her way. He was about to walk straight past when a cool, cutting voice stopped him in his tracks.
"What? You can't even spare me a single look now?"
She hated to admit it, but watching him dote on Janice made her burn with jealousy. With Ternence, their relationship had always been physical—rarely warm, never tender. Yet here was Charles, the man known for his icy, ruthless nature, showing such unguarded gentleness… for another woman.
"Zoey, if I recall correctly, we're not exactly close," Charles said flatly. His gaze sharpened as he noticed her manicured fingers clutching at his sleeve. She quickly let go.
