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Chapter 540
Chapter 540:
A wave of suffocating embarrassment crashed over her. She wanted to sink through the Persian rug and disappear entirely.
“Sloane, that was a drunken joke!” June said, her voice pitching upward with desperation. “You cannot take that seriously p>
Sloane shrugged and sipped her espresso.
“It doesn’t matter whether I take it seriously,” she said lightly. “The point is, Easton did p>
T𝗁𝗼u𝗌𝘢𝘯𝗱ѕ o𝘧 𝗿𝖾a𝗱𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝘰𝘯 g𝗮𝗅ո𝗼𝘃elѕ.𝖼о𝘮
At that exact moment, the penthouse doorbell chimed. Sloane glanced toward the entryway with a knowing look.
“Speak of the devil,” she murmured, and went to open the door.
Easton stepped inside wearing a grey athletic hoodie and sweatpants, a thin sheen of perspiration on his forehead. He had clearly just come back from a morning run in Central Park. In one hand he carried a brown paper bag from a high-end bakery — fresh croissants — and in the other, a carton of hot milk.
The penthouse’s open floor plan carried sound beautifully.
As Easton crossed the threshold, June’s voice rang out clearly from the living room, sharp with urgency.
“…there is absolutely no way I am crossing that line with him! Easton is my lawyer, and he is strictly my friend p>
The air in the apartment turned solid.
Sloane’s smile vanished. Her face froze in a grimace of pure, helpless awkwardness as her eyes went to the entryway.
June followed her gaze. She turned and found Easton standing motionless by the door, breakfast in hand.
For a single, unguarded fraction of a second, something raw and piercing moved through his dark eyes — the look of a man who has just taken a blow he was not prepared for. It was there and gone so fast that June barely had time to register it.
Easton was a top-tier litigator. His emotional discipline was formidable.
He arranged a flawless, easy smile across his features, walked to the kitchen island, and set the bakery bag down on the marble surface as though he had heard nothing at all.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice smooth and perfectly level. “It looks like you both survived the martinis p>
June watched his calm, composed face. The suffocating embarrassment loosened slightly, only to be replaced by a heavier, quieter guilt settling in beneath it.
She wasn’t naive. She knew how Easton felt about her. She had known for some time.
But she had only just managed to crawl out from under the wreckage of her marriage to Cole. Her soul was battered and covered in scar tissue. She had nothing left to offer anyone — not yet, perhaps not for a long while — and she refused to let him wait on a promise she couldn’t keep.
The charged awkwardness of the morning was absorbed and buried beneath Easton’s professional grace. The three of them retreated to the safety of their established boundaries, moving carefully around the subject of the night before as though the drunken promise had simply never been spoken aloud.
The awkward tension in the kitchen had barely begun to settle when June’s phone lit up on the marble island, its sharp ring cutting through the quiet morning.
Message from Noa: Have a beautiful morning lovely readers. God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. /