Reserved for Noelle was a seat next to Cyrus, yet she hesitated, her gaze lingering on the chair before ultimately choosing a vacant spot at a different table.
Lucinda caught the peculiar gesture, subtly signaling to Cyrus with a wink.
The matter was between them; Lucinda knew her limits.
Amid the festivities, Noelle elegantly sipped her wine.
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With her reputation as a celebrated actress, her talents had earned her numerous film offers, and her experiences had refined her taste and manners.
She had seamlessly integrated into high society, though her true lineage as a Shaw remained concealed.
A cluster of men congregated at her table.
Cyrus, however, observed from afar, noting men flanking both sides of her. A medley of negative emotions brewed within him, casting a shadow over his mood.
The meal concluded, and dancing ensued.
Noelle sought a secluded corner for a private conversation with Lucinda.
Lucinda clinked her glass against Noelle’s, prompting a cautious inquiry.
“What happened between you and Cyrus? You barely exchanged a word during the party. Did you two have a disagreement?”
Noelle paused mid-sip, momentarily taken aback.
Swiftly regaining her composure, she drained her glass, her cheeks rosily flushed, her gaze unwavering.
“Lucinda, I want to end things with Cyrus.”
Her proclamation reached the ears of Cyrus, who had silently approached them.
Darkening visage, he intervened promptly, seizing Noelle’s hand and whisking her away.
“Lucinda, we have a private matter to discuss. I apologize for this abrupt departure. I’ll visit your babies soon,” he said, a tinge of remorse tainting his words.
With Noelle in tow, he retreated, forestalling any protestations.
“Cyrus! What do you think you’re doing? Let me go!”
Undeterred, Cyrus bore a stern expression, deaf to her pleas.
“Let go of me! It hurts!”
In a room abuzz with prying eyes, Noelle’s struggle resounded, capturing the attention of intrigued guests.
Relinquishing his hold on her arm, Cyrus bent low, sweeping her off her feet before striding purposefully out of the venue.