Page 120 of Billionaire’s Ruin

Hatred?

Even I didn’t know.

Then Dannie’s expression wavered.

A flicker.

Barely there.

But I caught it.

His knees buckled—just enough that my body tensed on instinct.

“Dannie?” I barked, already half rising.

Dannie’s hand shot up to his brow, fingers digging into the bridge of his nose like he could pinch the pain out of existence. A sharp breath hitched in him, a sound he tried to swallow.

Then June moved.

Fast.

Efficient.

Cutting through chaos with blade-sharp precision.

“Hey–hey, easy.” Her tone stayed steady, even though her hands trembled. She slipped beneath Dannie’s arm, guiding him down as two of his men rushed forward, muttering urgently in Cantonese.

They lowered him into an armchair—right in the center of the room, set dead-center like a throne he neither earned nor deserved. The irony wasn’t lost on me.

She dropped to her knees in front of him, hair falling around her face until she swept it back with her wrist. Her fingers brushed his forehead and slid to his throat, checking his pulse. Her frown deepened.

Something was wrong.

Really wrong.

My chest tightened. As much as I hated him for storming in and taking over, for dragging June’s attention away from me yet again…

He was still Xiao Wu to me.

The boy who promised someone would come for us.

The boy I’d trusted before I even understood what trust was.

“Tell me what’s happening,” I snapped, sharper than I intended.

Jealousy crawled through me—hot, acidic, humiliating.

Watching June lean over him, fingers against his skin, her voice softening just for him…

It sliced something raw inside me.

I wanted her hands on me.

I wanted her worry.

I wanted her attention focused on me and no one else.

“He’s not supposed to be here,” June said, her tone sharp as a reprimand.