Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 267

Harrison’s eyes widened in shock. Did Adrian mean what he thought he meant?

He fought the urge to sneak a look—was Adrian’s photo album on his phone really that... pink?

Seething, Harrison glared at Adrian, only to catch Adrian’s icy gaze flicking to his chest.

His face darkened, almost comically so.

Adrian’s lips curved into a triumphant smirk, as if he’d just won some unspoken contest.

A lump rose in Harrison’s throat; he had no intention of losing in this absurd standoff.

He cleared his throat, pulled himself together, and shot back, “Discoloration from fabric and friction is totally normal. The fact that yours is still that pink? That’s what’s unnatural!”

As the words left his mouth, Harrison felt every vein in his head threaten to burst.

He’d walked right into Adrian’s trap, led around by the nose.

Harrison lifted his chin and tossed the phone at Adrian, but Adrian didn’t even bother to catch it.

The phone clattered to the floor and slid several feet away.

What, was Adrian afraid of him now?

A frosty gleam flashed in Harrison’s eyes.

He remembered the last time, at the tech summit, when he’d landed a punch on Adrian that left the man coughing up blood—utterly defenseless, weak as a kitten.

Adrian, with that infuriating calm, replied, “I’ve been taking meticulous care for seven years. The truth is, pink is what really gets Selene’s heart racing.”

Harrison nearly exploded. “You can try all you want, but it’s all show and no substance! I’ve given her experiences you could only dream of. You think you measure up to me?”

He could feel hot air rushing from his nostrils, aware he must look like an enraged beast—ugly, undignified.

Heir to Vaughn Enterprises was supposed to be poised and rational. How could he let Adrian get under his skin like this?

But he couldn’t help it.

Was this just male possessiveness?

He didn’t care about Selene right now—it was Adrian’s brazen provocation that set him off; it was a matter of pride.

Adrian’s expression chilled, his eyes sharp and glinting like chips of ice.

“If she doesn’t like what she gets with me, she’s free to find someone else. But I’ll make sure Selene knows—the others might be just motels, but I’m home.”

Adrian, his shirt damp and clinging, strode toward the door.

At the threshold, he suddenly stumbled.

Harrison could only stare as Adrian, seemingly about to collapse, lurched forward—

—straight into Selene’s arms.

*

Selene had noticed that Adrian and Harrison had gone into the restroom but hadn’t come out. Years of looking after kids had made her hyper-aware of how long a bathroom break should take—if she wasn’t careful, Dames would sneak off to play games in there.

If it was just a quick trip, surely they’d be out by now. Had they both come down with food poisoning at the same time?

Given Harrison’s history of taking swings at Adrian, Selene’s nerves were fraying. The longer she waited, the more anxious she got, until she finally decided to check.

Just as she reached the men’s room door, Adrian stumbled out and collided with her.

“Mr. Shaw!”

Selene quickly caught him. Adrian instinctively gripped her arm, steadying himself.