After putting the box back, I ignored the calls from her assistant and threw away those useless raincoats and gloves. It didn’t take long before I moved out of the house we had shared for five years.
That afternoon, a bar owner I knew messaged me about a masked party that night. He said they were launching a new wine and asked me to come.
When I arrived, the first thing I saw was Cassian arguing with a waiter. “The private room upstairs is empty, so why can’t I have it? I want that one!”
The waiter noticed me, quickly bowed, and said helplessly to her.
“Sorry, that room was reserved for Mr. Raye. He’s our boss’s partner.”
Cassian turned around, his eyes full of contempt.
“Landon, I thought falling off that cliff might have taught you something. Isla never cared about you; she won’t even touch you. Even if you came all the way here, she still wouldn’t look at you.”
I didn’t look at him. Calmly, I put on the king’s mask and said, “Tonight, everyone’s drinks are on me. Put a sign at the door, This man and dogs are not allowed inside.”
The waiter understood what I meant and was about to call security to remove him.
Just then, Isla suddenly walked in.