One of the women with Helen had her fingers crossed and her eyes welling up with tears. “That’s right!


    I’m so jealous, Ms. Lane…”


    Sean was smiling in turn.


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    With the vibes and the setting, there was no reason for Helen to say no!


    Pressured by her employees and mother, Helen certainly found herself being washed along by the


    mood around her.


    Before she could say yes, however….


    “Oh, proposing at a bar? How lively!”


    Helen stiffened at the all–too–familiar voice and looked up to find Vicky, with Frank standing beside


    her.


    His expression was ice–cold, and Helen withdrew her hand by instinct!


    “Frank, no…” she started to exin, only to nce at Vicky and remember that she and Frank were


    divorced.


    What was the point of exining?


    And yet, she did not want to see Frank with another woman, just as she refused to let Frank see her


    ept Sean’s proposal.


    Moments they shared together reyed in her mind, and she realized she could not forget the man


    whom she had lived with for three years.


    On the other hand, Sean was glowering when Helen withdrew her hand.


    He had almost seeded! Frank Lawrence just had to mess things up during the critical moment!


    Rising slowly, he turned toward Frank and Vicky, ring as he growled, “Oh, what a coincidence, Ms.


    Turnbull.”


    Vicky shrugged, putting a hand on Frank’s shoulder just then. “What, do you have a problem with me


    coming here to drink with my boy?”


    “No,” Sean growled through his teeth. “But don’t you think it’s impolite to interrupt a proposal?”


    Vickyughed. “You’re really bossy, telling everyone what to do and now telling me not to speak up?


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    “Hmph!” Sean snorted, feeling the pressing need to have Vicky and Frank leave right then. “Sure, 1


    can’t tell you what to do, so why don’t you go and enjoy yourself?”


    Vicky turned toward Frank. “Where should we sit, darling?”


    Frank nced at Helen, and then at the booth seat next to hers. “Right here.”


    As Vicky and Frank sat down, Sean asked in frustration, “Do you have to sit there?”


    Frank looked up in turn. “You don’t own this ce, so I can sit wherever I want.”


    “Fine, have it your way,” Sean growled and gingerly returned to his seat, pouring Helen another drink.


    “Let’s just ignore them and enjoy ourselves.”


    Helen promptly waved him off. “No, thanks. I’m not feeling well.”


    From the corner of her eyes, she was watching Frank–and Vicky, who was holding his arm as she


    poured him another drink. “Come on, dear. Cheers!”


    Frank could clearly feel Vicky’s warmth even as he held his ss and picked up her faint sweet scent.


    As for Helen, seeing Vicky totally enjoying herself and getting reallyfortable with Frank left her


    clenching her knuckles.


    Beside her, Gina snorted in contempt. “Just look at that homewrecker. How shameless of her to


    snuggle up to that lowlife!”


    On the other hand, Sean was gritting his teeth in frustration before quietly whipping out his phone and


    heading to the washroom.