Vivienne returned from dinner, her heart still light from the evening with Julian. She thanked him for a wonderful night and hugged him casually before rushing upstairs to change.
Grayson, on the other hand, could hardly breathe. He had realized that Julian was the one who had taken her out, and the thought made his blood boil.
For the first time, jealousy burned in him—a feeling he had never allowed himself to experience. Watching Vivienne with another man, even in a casual setting, twisted something inside him.
He tried to focus on work, on the mansion, anything to distract himself, but his mind kept replaying every moment, every laugh, every glance. The contract that once made everything simple now felt like a cage he desperately wanted to break.