Chapter 551
Chapter 551:
Brenden, still reeling from the draining torment of wealthy women who had toyed with him, stood hollow-eyed and silent. His body sagged under the weight of exhaustion, his spirit too battered to answer.
“I know what’s really driving you—you’re just out for Gabriela’s sake! Brenden, if Wesley hadn’t shown up tonight, you’d be the one walking out with her. And here you are, pretending to be some selfless romantic, throwing your chance away. Do you think Gabriela even knows what you’ve done p>
Fiona’s voice cut like a blade, her embarrassment twisting into fury as she glared at him with undisguised contempt.
Brenden’s chest tightened, his face clouding with resentment. “Fiona, I already threw away my dignity just to get in here and pull you out. What else do you expect from me p>
The entire evening felt like a nightmare.
Every time he remembered the greedy, appraising stares of the wealthy women, his stomach knotted.
The experience left him shaken, and he dreaded how long it would take before the memory stopped haunting him.
𝖸𝗼𝗎r 𝘯𝖾𝘹t f𝘢𝘷o𝗋і𝘁е re𝖺𝖽 i𝗌 𝗼𝗇 ѕ.с𝗼𝘮
Fiona realized that Brenden had been nothing but loyal to her, and that she had lashed out at him out of frustration.
The tightness in his jaw and the shadow crossing his face made guilt twist in her stomach.
She opened her mouth to apologize when Roderick suddenly appeared, jogging out with two gleaming bottles of wine cradled in his arms.
“Fiona,” he called with a practiced smile. “You didn’t finish these. Do you want to take them along, or shall I keep them here p>
It was common for guests to leave their unfinished bottles sitting at the club.
The last thing Fiona wanted was another encounter with Roderick.
In Brenden’s absence, Roderick didn’t seem so bad—he was, after all, the club’s top escort.
Next to Brenden, Roderick paled in comparison.
Fiona snapped, her tone sharp, “I don’t want them. Take them yourself p>
Roderick’s face lit up, and he accepted with unfeigned delight.
“Thanks p>
The two bottles together were worth millions.
Clearly, Fiona wasn’t just wealthy—she was extravagantly so.
Roderick instantly regretted his earlier roughness.
Leaning in with a softer tone, he said, “Fiona, you’re welcome here anytime. I’ll even waive the service fee p>
Her eyelid gave an involuntary twitch.
She swore she was done with this place for good.
Her mouth opened, ready to snap at Roderick to shut up, when Brenden suddenly turned on his heel. Irritation burned in his chest, and he strode out of Blue Star without another word.
Fiona rushed after him, trailing him through the neon-lit corridor until they reached the dimly lit parking lot. Only then did Brenden finally stop.
She lowered her voice, guilt softening her expression. “Brenden, I didn’t mean what I said earlier p>
“It’s fine,” he answered, his tone cold and distant. “I just can’t understand why you’d throw money around so carelessly p>
Fiona blinked, caught off guard. “What p>
Was Brenden really upset over something so ridiculous?