Stephen and Nancy stepped out of the room, and as soon as the door clicked shut, he pulled his arm away from her.
She simply shrugged, indifferent to his actions.
As they walked toward the elevator, she casually asked, "So, what's next for you? I saw how badly Tessa was hurt back there. How are you going to deal with this now?"
Stephen's lips pressed into a hard line, his hand clenching into a fist at his side.
He didn't respond.
All he could think about was Tessa's pale face, her eyes full of pain.
The cruel, insincere words he had spoken to her sliced deeper than he had ever imagined.
As long as she didn't ask for a breakup, he had promised he would never leave her.
When he first said those words, he never imagined that one day he would mock Tessa, asking, "Do you really still believe in such naive promises?"
…
After the men left, the suite fell into a heavy silence.
Naomi grabbed two bottles of premium red wine from the cabinet. "Tessa, don't waste your tears on that jerk. He's not worth it. Tonight, we're going to drink it all away. You're stunning, and you come from a great family—there's no man out of your league."
As she spoke, she uncorked the wine. "This world is full of men! I'll introduce you to a whole line of male models tomorrow—ten if you want!"
Tessa sat on the couch, her gaze distant and pained, unable to muster any enthusiasm.
After a few glasses, she began to feel light-headed. It was her first time drinking.
Naomi held a glass of wine in one hand while scrolling through her phone with the other. "Seriously, Tessa, I've got so many handsome guys in my contacts. Look at this one—he's six feet two inches, with an eight-pack. Plus, he's still in university."
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