Chapter <b>229 </b>


    N’s voice was gentle yet resolute.


    Damon knew her well enough to understand that once she made up her mind, no one could change it. Thus, he didn’t press the matter further.


    As they arrived at the restaurant entrance, they ran into rk and Jordyn.


    The moment rk saw N and Damon together, his expression turned cold.


    “Uncle Damon, why are you here alone with N?” rk asked icily.


    “Thelped her out with something, and she’s treating me to dinner to thank me. Is that a problem? Or are you just eager to provide the tabloids with more material? Perhaps you want to give the paparazzi more evidence of your affair?” Damon retorted.


    rk sneered. This restaurant was one of the most private in the city- only the wealthy and influential dined there. The paparazzi wouldn’t


    dare to invade this space.


    “Since we’ve run into each other, why don’t we all have dinner together?” rk suggested.


    Damon shot him a frosty nce. “Sitting your pregnant mistress at the same table as your wife–only you would think of that.”


    rk’s expression darkened. He wouldn’t have suggested it if he wasn’t so keen on preventing them from spending time alone together.


    Before he could say anything, Jordyn jumped in.


    “Ms. Jayston, I don’t mind joining you for dinner. After all, I’m not that petty,” she said.


    N hadn’t intended to engage with Jordyn, but


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    causing trouble, she couldn’t let it slide.


    “And what right do you have to be petty? Is it your shamelessness?” N shot back.


    Jordyn’s face paled, and she red at N with icy eyes..


    Not wanting to waste any more time on them, N turned to Damon.” Uncle Damon, shall we go inside?”


    “Sure,” Damon replied.


    rk moved to stop them, but Jordyn held him back. “rk, making a scene here won’t do us any good.”Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    Everyone dining there held significant status in the city. Given that rk and N were still married, a public confrontation could easily turn Jordyn into a target of public scorn.


    rk took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and leered at her. “If you hadn’t insisted oning here, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”


    Jordyn sighed. “But if we hadn’te, would N have told you she was dining with your uncle alone?”


    rk’s expression darkened further, fury flickering in his eyes.


    Throughout the meal, rk remained distracted, barely engaging in Jordyn’s attempts at conversation. When they finally finished, he arranged for the driver to take Jordyn home while he waited outside the restaurant for N and Damon.


    After half an hour, just as his patience was wearing thin, N and Damon finally emerged, side by side.


    N wore a white dress, her long hair tied back, entuating her delicate and beautiful features. Standing next to the impably


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    dressed Damon, they looked like a couple straight out of a fairytale- perfectly matched.


    The sight pierced rk’s heart. He quickly strode over, blocking their path, his face a mask of irritation.


    <b>“</b>I’ll take you home,” he told N.


    “That’s not necessary. I’m riding with Uncle Damon,” she replied calmly.


    rk’s anger bubbled like a volcano on the verge of eruption. He seemed ready to lose control.


    “N, don’t forget–you’re still my wife!” he snapped.


    Ny?a chuckled, her gaze clear and piercing.


    “And I don’t recall anyw that says just because you’re my husband, I


    have to listen to everything you say,” she retorted.


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