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Chapter 93

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Ten’t this supposed to be crunch time for you finance folks?”

“Gort of Shane said with a smirk. It depends on who you’re talking about. If This someone is important, I can make the time, no matter what. If they’re not, I can’t be bothered, even when I’ve got nothing but time.”

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Shane’s words were like a riddle, and before she could puzzle them out, the dance floor lights flickered, signaling it was time to switch partners.

Through the dim, swirling lights, a shadow was tossed her way.

As they swapped places, Yara caught the shock and disbelief on Xandra’s face. Her wrist was gripped tightly in an instant, and the man’s other hand claimed its place on her waist with a strong sense of ownership.

Yale’s lips quirked in a challenge. He shot a quick, sly glance at Shane and then turned back to Yara, his eyes melting into a gentle gaze.

“Yara, you’re not still mad, are you?

“I tried to see you at your place a few days ago, but no one opened the door,” he said, his voice tinged with a hint of hurt.

“If Shane hadn’t been up to no good, messing with your flight details, I would’ve found you sooner.”

Yara’s gaze dropped, her face unreadable.

“Did I come too late? Are you upset with me?” Yale looked down at her, his voice growing softer without meaning to,

Under the spotlight earlier, he had instantly recognized Yara and Shane.

They had moved onto the dance floor, their dance smooth and elegant.

Shane’s hand had rested on her slim waist, his smile a mix of mischief and allure.

They whispered to each other, their eyes meeting often, and Yale had to fight to keep his cool more than once.

What gave Shane the right to wrap his arms around Yara?

He had never had a ballroom dance with her, not even after six years of dating.

So, when the moment came to change partners, he did not think twice before. sending Xandra spinning away.

He knew Yara was upset, so he softened his tone, ready to make amends, hoping to win her back.

It was like all those other times they had fought, except it seemed like he needed to exert a little more patience and effort.

Yale could not shake the belief that he could win Yara over again.

Yale felt a sting of hurt as she looked unmoved by his words.

“Yara, are you really this cold–hearted? I know Shane and Wade are just pawns you’re using to get to me.

“I’ll admit it–I’m jealous, super jealous. I can’t stand the thought of you with

them.”

Words like that…

They did not sound like something Yale would say.

Before, Yara would have been thrilled, over the moon, because it meant she

mattered to him.

However…

It was just too late.

Way too late.

The moment she realized how anxious and scared she was, how her life

revolved around Yale, she knew their love had hit a dead end.

“Yara, after six years together, after everything we’ve been through, all those memories–can you really just toss it all aside?”

He looked at her, her face still so indifferent, and his grip on her hand tightened.

Yara winced. “You’re hurting

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Yale’s lips tightened, and he let go. “Sorry…”

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