Five Years a Secret, Now I Deny We Ever Met Chapter 12

Five Years a Secret, Now I Deny We Ever Met Chapter 12

Even now, he was still playing the savior, with no understanding of what he had done wrong.

Even less did he understand why I had become so absolute.

Listening to the accusations woven through his words, I couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

“By that noble logic, if I wanted to donate a large sum to a charity one day, could I just marry their CEO and disguise the money as ‘joint property’ to demonstrate my generosity?”

Sebastian’s face stiffened. “That’s ridiculous,” he snapped. “Marriage is a sacred contract. How can you joke about it like that?”

“And what about you?”

I stared straight at him, my eyes full of mockery.

“When you stood up there tonight, in front of all your family and friends, and made a promise to Isabella, was that sincere? Or was that a joke, too?”

“Sebastian, before you lecture me on morality, you should look in a mirror and ask yourself if you still have the right to stand here and shout at me.”

With that, I shoved past him and walked back toward the brightly lit main house without a second glance.

Julian hadn’t left.

He stood politely beside my advisor, hands in his pockets, speaking quietly with Dean Albright.

“What took you so long to get a shawl? I thought some clueless art critic had you cornered.” Dean Albright frowned at me, her tone irritated but with an undercurrent of concern.

Julian took the cashmere shawl from my hands with remarkable ease and unfolded it for me.

“Geniuses need time alone to conceive their next great project,” he said with a smile, covering for me. “We can’t rush the future of Florence.”

Dean Albright nodded, satisfied. Her gaze moved between us, and she teased, “Well, well. I only ask her one question about her future, and you’re already defending her? It seems our Chloe’s trip to Florence is a done deal.”