The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352 Turmoil At The Club

Chapter 352 Turmoil At The Club

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Inside, a man with soulful eyes lifted the wineglass to Laura’s lips. All around them, guests clapped and whistled, some chanting for him to feed her the drink with his lips.

Weston narrowed his eyes, tracking every micro–expression on Laura’s face. “Look at that–full of male models in there.” Serena whispered beside him. “The one toasting Ms. Wentworth must be one too. Who knew she liked to hire playthings? Imagine how messy her private life is…”

“Have you said enough?” Weston asked, his voice dropping to a frosty register.

Serena snapped her mouth shut. The rest of the entourage fell equally silent.

No one could miss the storm gathering in Weston’s expression.

Meanwhile, the noise inside the private room swelled, laughter and glassware echoing against marble walls.

Laura kept her gaze locked on Harvey, emotions tumbling in tidal waves beneath her calm exterior.

If not for his courage back then–if he hadn’t saved her–she might not be sitting here, alive and whole.

She had never imagined their paths would cross again like this, under chandeliers and forced merriment.

Her hesitation stretched on, and the awkwardness on Harvey’s face deepened with every second.

“Guess Ms. Wentworth isn’t into him after all. Off you go, Harvey,” someone called breezily

Red–faced, Harvey started to rise. Laura jolted from her reverie, snatched the offered glass, and tipped it back in one decisive swallow,

The crowd erupted once more, cheers crashing over her like surf.

She set the glass down, mouth parting to speak, when a glacial voice sliced through the clamor

Enjoying drinks here without inviting your boyfriend–how thoughtless of you, Laura”

Lauras spine snapped rigid She turned and found Weston standing in the doorway, midnight fury gathered about him like a storm front

I’m it. What in the world is Waten Windore doing here?

The songs slammed into Laura like a sheet of black ice, and she froze where she stood. At the entrance, Weston loomed, his usual compous stripped away, every line of his face sharpened by a storm–dark

Someone in the private room narrowed their eyes, Bually placing the tall man by the door. “You’re kidding, Laura You’re Mi Windore’s girlfriend?

“Since when? You never breathed a word of it. Laura!”

“Ms Wentworth, you really do move in rarefied circles”

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Laura forced out a brittle laugh that cracked before it even sounded natural. Under Weston’s unwavering stare, a nonsensical guilt coiled through her. After all, what did she have to feel guilty about? Their relationship was ink on a contract, nothing more.

Laura cleared her throat. “What are you doing here?”

Weston flicked a glance at Harvey–far too close to Laura for his liking–then fixed his attention on her. “Have you finished your drink?”

“Uh, not exactly–I’ve barely taken a sip.” She stared at the glass still half–full in her hand.

Without warning, Weston plucked the glass from her fingers, tipped it back, and drained the remaining liquor in one smooth motion. “There. Now it’s finished.”

Laura blinked, still processing the theft of her drink, when a firm hand clamped around her arm. A heartbeat later, she was being towed out of the lounge, heels sliding against plush carpet, too stunned to

resist.

No sooner had they cleared the doorway than Laura ran straight into the entourage that had arrived with Weston.

Serena raked Laura from head to toe, disdain etched across her flawless features. “I can’t believe you hired male eye candy behind Weston’s back. If I were his girlfriend, I’d never stoop to that kind of trash.”

Laura’s glare fired back. She remembered Serena from a previous dinner–hovering close to Weston, interest practically radiating off her.

Serena’s intentions toward Weston might as well have been printed on a neon sign.

Though Weston’s grip left her slightly off–balance, Laura refused to lose face. She lifted her chin with practiced pride. “Hate to disappoint you, but you aren’t Weston’s girlfriend. I am.”

“You!” Serena sputtered, her face flushing a furious crimson.

Weston turned to the others, voice clipped and cool. “I have business to attend to tonight. We’ll be heading

out.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. His fingers tightened around Laura’s wrist as he guided her away, leaving the gathering in stunned silence,

“Hey, what are you doing? I’m still at the party!” Laura protested, but her words dissolved in the corridor while Weston marched her straight out of the club.

Behind them, someone let out a low whistle. “It’s rare to see Mr. Windore actually lose his temper.”

“Tell me about it. I’ve worked with him for years and never seen this side. Looks like he’s serious about that girlfriend of his.”

Serena’s molars ground together, jealousy spreading like acid. In her mind, Weston had always been the picture of disciplined brilliance–cool, restrained, unshakeable.

Yet a moment ago, he’d shown anger over Laura, that nouveau–riche upstart.

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Back inside the private room, the wealthy women who had hired the male models clustered together, whispering about the spectacle they had just witnessed.

“Who would have thought Laura Wentworth could land Weston Windore?”

“Isn’t he supposed to be immune to women? The Windore family’s clout in Jexburgh is no joke. With Weston at her side, Laura’s footing just got a lot steadier.”

“So young, and already that lucky–some people really do win the lottery in life.”

Harvey sat in the soft gloom of the lounge, letting the strangers‘ gossip wash past him. His gaze drifted downward to the crystal tumbler before him—nothing left but the thin sheen where whiskey had once gleamed.

Laura Wentworth… was the girl I saved all those years ago.