Nelly’s eyes sparkled, and she pressed her lips together, fighting a smile.
Tina and Sheila spun around, only to see a tall man striding toward them, the light behind him casting his figure in silhouette. Jonah’s sharp features looked like they’d been carved by an artist, and there wasn’t a wrinkle on his perfectly tailored black suit. He had this aura about him, something regal that made people instinctively step back and take notice.
Even though the bodyguards had no idea who he was, they bowed their heads and moved out of the way without thinking.
“You…” Tina recognized him right away, her voice rising into a shriek. “You’re the one sneaking around with Nelly!”
Sheila shot her a warning cough, trying to keep Tina from saying something she’d regret.
That finally clicked for Tina. She remembered he was part of the Watson family, and though she swallowed nervously, she tried to act tough. “Who are you? Don’t you know Nelly’s married? She hasn’t even divorced yet, and you two are just…” She hesitated for a second, then declared, “This is wrong. It’s an affair!”
“An affair?” Jonah repeated, his smile cold and mocking. He kept walking, and nobody tried to stop him. Even Tina and Sheila found themselves backing up. Jonah obviously wasn’t interested in talking to them. He went straight to Nelly.
Nelly looked up at him, her smile gentle. “How long have you been here?”
“Long enough,” Jonah answered, his deep eyes warm and steady. “You really have gotten better at keeping your cool.”
“I guess I have.” Nelly took it as a compliment, and honestly, she did feel pretty calm.
“It’s late,” Jonah said. “Let me take you home.”
“Okay.”
He got the message. Jonah turned to face Sheila, his expression cool. “Do you really have the guts to spread rumors about the Watson family’s heiress? Is the Garland family ready to lose everything in Westhaven?”
His words were smooth and calm, but every syllable carried this icy arrogance, a sense that he was looking down on everyone else in the room.
Tina turned to Sheila, suddenly unsure of herself. For the first time, she actually began to wonder if maybe Nelly really was the Watson family’s daughter. Why else would this man be so confident?
“The Watson family’s daughter?” Sheila laughed. “If Nelly really is their heiress, how come none of her friends or family know about it?” She didn’t believe him for a second. He and Nelly were clearly in this together, putting on a show.
“I used to think the same thing,” Jonah said, his smile relaxed. “But today, I figured it out. Her identity is so high above the rest that letting people like you know would just be an insult to her.”

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