Page 167 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

Louane couldn’t join me today, and I completely lost track of time.

12:30.

Dante must already be having lunch with Henri.

I head toward the break room, lower the blinds, and lie down.

When I open my eyes again, it’s already two o’clock.

And Dante is there, sitting across from me, concern written all over his face.

“Migraine?”

“No. Just tired.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Officially? Keeping an eye on you. Unofficially… keeping an eye on you.”

Did he really just make a joke?

He carefully places a bag on the coffee table.

“What’s that?”

“Lunch.”

I look at him in surprise.

“But didn’t you have lunch with Henri?”

“I did. This is for you.”

I should tell him to leave. We could get caught, and it could get back to Bianca, but I don’t have the strength for that.

For once, I don’t want to be reasonable.

I open my lunch with gratitude. As I dig into my Paris-Brest as an appetizer, he watches me with a smile.

“I’ve never seen anyone love desserts this much.”

“Mmh… it’s so good,” I tell him in a deliberately teasing tone. “I love it.”

His gaze lingers on my mouth a little too long before he looks away.

I laugh inwardly.

Dante. Cute.

He clears his throat and tells me about his lunch with Henri.

“He agreed to help us. He’s going to talk to his father. Honestly, the idea of trapping Wald seems to excite him. Apparently they know each other well, and he’s dealt with him many times before. And do you want to know the best part?”

“Tell me.”

He pulls out his phone and shows me a picture of himself having lunch with Henri.

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