A flicker of sadness danced in his eyes before he masked it with a bitter smile. "I knew it, Irene. You still love him, don’t you?"
I shook my head, my voice steady. "Not at this moment."
His gaze lingered on me, searching for something unspoken.
I let out a cold sneer. "I might consider dating you, but only after I’ve divorced him."
A look of stunned disbelief crossed Matias’s face. "You’re serious?"
"Fine. I’ll wait for you."
"Walk with me. I need to sober up," I said.
Half an hour later, Clayton emerged from the bathroom, his expression smug and satisfied. But when he returned to the suite, I was nowhere to be found.
He panicked.
"Irene! Where did you go?"
His calls came through, but I silenced them, letting his desperation echo unanswered.
When he finally found me, I was walking toward the suite door with Matias by my side.
"Irene, where on earth were you? I called, and you didn’t answer. You scared me!" he exclaimed, pulling me into an eager embrace, his relief palpable.
"Good girl, don’t wander off again. You gave me quite a fright."
"Thanks, Matias. You’re such a reliable brother. I owe you a meal for bringing Irene back."