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Chapter 470
Chapter 470:
June shook her head instinctively. “Easton, no. You have already done too much. I can’t keep bothering you p>
Easton took a half-step forward, closing the distance between them. He looked directly into her eyes.
“June,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, resonant rumble. “I told you before. I want you to bother me p>
The blatant, unapologetic confession made her heart skip a beat. Her breath caught in her throat.
N𝗲w 𝘄𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘭𝘆 𝘤𝘩а𝘱𝗍еr𝘀 о𝗻
Easton saw the flash of panic in her eyes and immediately eased back, giving her room to breathe.
“Consider it a trade,” he said, his smile shifting back to something warm and charming. “Let me help you tomorrow, and in return, you owe me a private dinner this weekend. Just the two of us p>
It was a perfectly constructed offer. After everything he had done, she could not possibly say no.
June looked at his smile and nodded slowly. “Okay. Dinner this weekend p>
A dark gleam of victory flashed through Easton’s eyes. He had secured his place in her life.
June and Easton walked side by side down the thick, sound-absorbing carpet of the veterinary center’s VIP corridor, making their way toward the private elevator bank.
Easton was recounting a dry, sharply sarcastic story about a judge he had faced in court the previous week. His delivery was flawless.
June let out a soft, genuine laugh. The corners of her mouth turned up, and the heavy exhaustion lifted from her face. It was the first time she had truly smiled since she found the poisoned lily.
At that exact moment, the stainless-steel doors of the elevator at the end of the hall chimed and slid open.
Cole stepped out.
He was wearing a stark black bespoke suit, his face a mask of freezing, absolute authority. The bruising around his eye from the street brawl had faded to a sickly yellow-green, making his expression all the more menacing.
Alycia clung tightly to his right arm, wearing a designer dress and pressing a ridiculously expensive purebred teacup poodle against her chest as she murmured something about the dog’s vaccine schedule. It was a forced public outing — a desperate PR maneuver orchestrated by Eleanor to project stability after Cole’s brawl had sent Compton Group stock into a tailspin. The tension between the two of them was a palpable, freezing wall.
All four of them stopped in the center of the narrow corridor. The air in the hallway seemed to evaporate instantly.
Cole’s eyes locked onto June’s face. He saw the last traces of her smile.
A violent shockwave tore through his chest. His lungs seized. He had not seen June smile in months — and now she was smiling at another man. Beneath the rage, something colder and sharper twisted in his gut: the agonizing knowledge that he had forfeited any right to that smile long ago. He had broken her, and now another man was quietly putting her back together.