Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 266

Adrian cut a tall, striking figure, his posture straight and self-assured. With looks as handsome as his, it was impossible for him to walk into a room without drawing every eye. The moment he appeared, other guests couldn’t help but sneak glances at him.

Harrison noticed Adrian heading toward the restroom and immediately stood up as well.

“Harrison!” The woman at the table called after him, but he didn’t even spare her a glance.

“You can go. I need a moment of peace.”

Her expression soured instantly. Raised as the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, she’d never been dismissed so coldly.

“Hmph!” Clutching her designer handbag, the woman he’d been set up with stormed out of the restaurant in a huff.

Once outside, she whipped out her phone and made a call.

“Hello, Ms. Lockridge? I think my mission was a bust.”

*

Selene noticed Harrison heading toward the restroom right after Adrian. Two men heading there at the same time? That was definitely suspicious. She quickly picked up her phone and sent Adrian a message.

Inside one of the stalls, Adrian received Selene’s text. The glow of his phone screen lit up his eyes as he read it, a smile curling on his lips.

Sweet Moon was worried about him.

His heart soared.

Adrian stepped out, set his phone down on the counter, and washed his hands. He grabbed a few paper towels, drying his hands as he walked out.

At that moment, Harrison emerged from another stall, his face thunderous. He spotted a phone left on the sink—Adrian’s, unmistakably.

He picked it up, and immediately a new message flashed across the screen.

The contact name: Sweet Moon.

“Jerk Harrison just went into the restroom too.”

The nickname made Harrison’s heart skip a beat. When he read Selene’s message to Adrian, his face darkened, stormy as an approaching thundercloud.

His jaw clenched so tightly his muscles quivered.

He’d meant for Harrison to see those scandalous photos.

Harrison spun around and strode toward Adrian, his presence so fierce it nearly swallowed the room.

“What the hell are you sending to Selene? Adrian, do you have any sense of decency?!”

Adrian barely blinked. “It’s just a bit of fun between us. You’re the ex-husband—aren’t you overstepping?”

He reached for his phone, cool as ever.

Harrison jabbed a finger at the incriminating photos, voice rising in fury: “You’re practically naked in these!”

The heir to the Shaw family—the most powerful name in Capital City—sending Selene pictures of himself lounging in the bathtub, shirt half-open.

Some of the shots showed Adrian looking heartbreakingly vulnerable: damp hair, wet eyelashes, droplets clinging to his skin, lips flushed red.

He managed to be sultry without being vulgar, captivating without crossing the line—but it was enough to make Harrison’s blood boil.

Adrian just shrugged, entirely unbothered. “Yeah, and I look amazing. Are you jealous yours doesn’t look as good as mine?”