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Chapter 4
Savanah sat in the VIP box of Crestmore Symphony Hall, her eyes on the stage, but her body numb. The gentle swell of strings filled the space around
Beside her, Grayson draped her cashmere shawl tighter around her shoulders and leaned in, velce low.
“Are you col
cold?
She shook her head. But a twinge in her abdomen made her flinch slightly.
He noticed immediately.
“Is it your period?”
She felt the warmth spreading beneath her and gave a small nod
His palm was already on her abdomen, wams and steady, gently massaging in small circles.
“Does it hurt badly? Should we head home?”
She shook her head again.
Grapson sighed, brushing her hair back, and pulled out his phone.
Within minutes, he’d called his assistant and arranged for a full care kit to be delivered–heat patchos, pain relievers, and sanitary items. All the while,
his attention stayed fixed on her. adjusting her shawi, rubbing her abdomen, offering sips of warm water, checking the temperature of the room.
He looked at her like she was still the most precious in his mind.
Half an hour later, a soft voice broke through the music: “Mr. Whitmore, the items you requested are here.”
Both Savannah and Grayson turned.
Claire Monroe stood there, hair damp, cheeks pale, holding a discreet paper bag.
Grayson’s face changed instantly.
“You just recovered who told you to come here? I asked for Finn, not you,
Claire bit her lip, her voice as soft as ever.
“Finn is finalizing the acquisition. 1 was afraid Savannah suffering longer and you seemed anxious, so I came instead.”
She held out the bag delicately.
“It’s raining outside. I forgot my umbrella, but I kept everything dry. I promise
Grayson’s expression tristed–conflicted, irritated, concerned
Eventually, he sighed and handed the bag to Savannah
“Baby, I’ll take you to the restroom.”
Savannah took the bag silently and walked away.
When she came out, he was gone.
She looked around the hallway–empty.
Just as she was about to leave, a soft, wet sound stopped her.
The next restroom over. A muffled gasp.
She stepped closer.
Grayson was pressing Claire against the marble counter, kissing her deeply. Her hands were splayed against his chest, half pushing, half clinging
“Wait… Grayson,” she whimpered “Savannah’s still waiting.”
“I don’t care,” he growled. “You walked through a storm for me? Are you trying to break my heart?”
Claire’s voice broke, full of tears.
*I just didn’t want her in pain and you hate seeing her in pain… I just wanted you to be happy..”
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His kiss deepened. She let out a soft moan.
Grayson chuckled low, brushing her damp hair behind her ear.
“You want?
Claire flushed, pushing him gently.
“Go back to her. I can take care of myself…”
“And how exactly would you do that?” he murmured, teasing
*Some things need a man’s help to feel good…”
His hand slipped lower.
Fabric rustled. Claire gasped, her breathing ragged.
“Relax, baby. Just let me help you…”
Outside the door, Savannah stood frozen. The pain in her abdomen was nothing compared to the tearing in her chest
She thought of their first kiss.
Eighteen years old, under a sky of fireworks, he’d cupped her face so tenderly
“Say, can I kiss you?!
She’d nodded, checks flaming. He’d ldssed her like she was porcelain.
She thought of their first night.
How careful he’d been. How often he poused to ask if she was okay. How long he held her afterward, whispering over and over: “I’ll love you like this forever.”
And Dow
now–he was fingering another woman in a public bathroom.
Grayson, you’ve betrayed me completely.
Her heart split open. She stumbled back, crashing into the edge of a decorative vase
Aloud thad echoed down the marble corridor
From inside, Grayson’s voice snapped-
“Who’s out there?”
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