Chapter 927:
“Never,” Brendon answered without hesitation. “Yolanda, you have nothing to worry about. I would never do such a thing to you.”
In truth, his mind was already fixed on going to the dance floor to find Christina, and he didn’t want to be held back any longer. If he could take her away from Dylan, it would prove beyond doubt that he was better than Dylan.
Just imagining Christina choosing him over Dylan filled him with a sharp, intoxicating sense of triumph.
“I believe you, Brendon,” Yolanda said, her voice as soft as silk, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, a mask of vulnerable, quiet understanding she’d worn many times before.
Katie’s frustration boiled over. Yolanda wore the look of a woman wronged, yet still kept her feelings locked away. How could Yolanda refuse to fight for her own happiness at this point?
“Fine! Yolanda, since you don’t care, then neither will I! But if the day comes when that tramp and my brother end up in an affair, don’t come crying to me,” Katie snapped, finally releasing her grip on the mask, her chest tightening with irritation.
Katie had only wanted to help Yolanda, yet Yolanda held back at every turn, refusing to stake her claim on Brendon. If Christina could so effortlessly use her charm to win over men, why couldn’t Yolanda take the initiative and secure her place in Brendon’s heart?
Katie saw Yolanda as naive, not realizing that in Yolanda’s eyes, she was the foolish one.
“Katie, I…” Yolanda began, but her voice faltered as theatrical tears slid down her cheeks.
Brendon had intended to put on the mask and make his way to the heart of the dance floor, but the sight of Yolanda’s tear-streaked face pierced through his determination with guilt.
𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖: ⳑ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸏ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“Don’t listen to Katie’s nonsense. She never has anything nice to say,” Brendon murmured, drawing Yolanda into his arms in a tender embrace. “Don’t cry. Seeing you like this hurts me. I promise you, I will never go back to Christina. If I had any feelings left for her, I wouldn’t have divorced her. You, my darling, are the only one in my heart.”
Yolanda nodded, swallowing her tears as she stuck to her act. “I know, Brendon. I believe you.”
“Now stop crying—it doesn’t suit you,” Brendon said, attempting to coax a lighter mood.
“I only want Christina to behave appropriately. It’s unseemly for her to act this way at Margot’s birthday celebration. If she damages her reputation, it will reflect poorly on the Dawson family and tarnish our name.” Brendon spoke with conviction, even though he was beginning to doubt his own words.
“Alright,” Yolanda replied, smiling faintly with calculated admiration as she helped him put on the mask. “You look wonderful in this mask.”
She gave him a gentle push forward, her touch filled with quiet understanding. “Go on, Brendon. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
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