Chapter 299: She Had Underestimated Vivienne
Milo wavered, noting Sienna’s discomfort, before offering with careful distance, “Miss Holt, shall I arrange transportation for you?”
“Don’t bother,” Sienna declared, sliding her sunglasses into place and hoisting her bag with practiced indifference before marching away with exaggerated confidence.
Milo stood there, stung by the rebuff, his brow furrowing in contemplation of women’s inscrutability.
As Derek and Vivienne prepared to get in the car, Milo hastened to join them.
Warren, supporting Natalie as they emerged from Modern Square, found his gaze drawn to Vivienne nestled naturally in Derek’s protective embrace. The sight challenged everything he thought he knew about her. In his mind, Vivienne had always been winter incarnate, holding the world at arm’s length. Yet here she was, dismantling his certainties one by one. Her warmth existed—it simply belonged to another man, while Warren received only the chill of her indifference.
Memories surfaced unbidden: Vivienne’s desperate pursuit of marriage, followed by her swift progression into a new romance after their split. She displayed her affection for another man openly, showing neither the wounds of heartbreak nor the weight of guilt when she was in front of him. Warren questioned the depth of feelings that could transition so seamlessly.
Though love had never stirred in his heart for Vivienne, something in him rebelled at how quickly she had found solace in another’s arms, how freely she offered her tenderness and submission. In some corner of his mind, he had claimed ownership of that gentleness. His frown deepened as his grip on Natalie’s waist unconsciously tightened.
Natalie’s sharp intake of breath drew her gaze upward, where she caught Warren’s distant stare fixed on Vivienne’s departing figure. She lowered her eyes, concealing their glacial glint as she realized she had underestimated her rival. Even with another man in her life, Vivienne still wielded power over Warren.
Diana suddenly burst into their line of sight, her tear-stained cheeks flushed and swollen. “Warren, you must defend our honor this time.”
Warren’s attention snapped back, his glance carrying traces of contempt at her disheveled state—makeup smeared, black trails of eyeliner mapping her tears. “I warned you against provoking her,” he reprimanded sharply.
“That manipulative witch played us for fools, plotting against Natalie and me, forcing us into such degradation,” Diana’s voice rose with each word, fury and humiliation feeding each other. “I don’t care what it takes—you must make her pay!”
Warren’s features hardened to stone. “Enough! We’re leaving. Now.”
The dust had barely settled on recent upheavals, and his priority lay in regaining Calan’s favor and securing new ventures. Revenge against Vivienne held no place in his agenda. Moreover, witnessing her easy familiarity with Cameron’s circle at Maple Grove Villa had taught him caution.
Natalie observed Warren’s reluctance to challenge Vivienne. Though the reason eluded her, Ennis’ deferential behavior at Modern Square spoke volumes.
“Warren, I should shoulder the blame for today,” Natalie offered, meeting his eyes with carefully crafted remorse. “I failed to protect Diana. I’m so sorry.”
This strategic retreat never failed to move Warren’s heart. True to form, the sight of Natalie’s contrition and distress pierced him deeply. “None of this falls on you, Natalie.”
Natalie, knowing the critical importance of securing Warren’s sympathy and forgiveness at this moment, manufactured a gentle smile. “Diana needs medical attention. Let’s tend to her wounds first.”