“Really?” Katelyn’s voice cracked with disbelief.
Though Jaxen had once been notorious for his rotating carousel of female companions, he’d seemingly reformed after recognizing his feelings for Alfy. What could possibly drive him back to his old ways with another woman?
Vincent’s eyebrows twitched involuntarily at the revelation. Knowing Alfy’s considerable talent for digital sleuthing, if she’d managed to uncover this information, then Jaxen’s hotel rendezvous with another woman was almost certainly true.
After a moment’s contemplation, Vincent suggested quietly, “Why not call him to verify? Perhaps there’s more to the story than meets the eye.”
Katelyn cast a sideways glance at Vincent. While she sensed he might be trying to defend Jaxen, seeking clarification did seem like the sensible approach.
Alfy clutched the nearby pillow to her chest, her lips drawing into an even tighter line. “I won’t.”
Ask Jaxen if he’d been to a hotel with another woman? The mere thought of voicing those words made her feel utterly defeated.
A man who truly cherished his woman would be like Vincent. Despite his elevated status, he kept no female entourage—his devotion belonged solely to Katelyn.
Meanwhile, Jaxen, ever the playboy, continued surrounding himself with beautiful women.
Katelyn pinched the bridge of her nose, her voice dropping to an icy whisper. “That’s it. Jaxen, you absolute scoundrel! Running around behind her back? I’m summoning him to my place right now. A good beating seems necessary.”
Alfy bolted upright in her seat, her eyes wide with panic. “Please, don’t be so hard on him!”
Even though Jaxen’s actions had pierced her heart, she couldn’t bear the thought of him suffering any harm. A moment of self-reflection made Alfy realize just how forgiving she truly was. The realization only deepened her melancholy.
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Damn that Jaxen! He’d started this behavior before she’d even agreed to date him. Well, she was done—she wanted nothing more to do with him!
Katelyn studied Alfy’s face carefully. The poor girl was like an open book, her every emotion written plainly across her features.
Just then, Katelyn’s phone trilled. A glance at the screen drew a predatory smile to her lips. “Well, speak of the devil himself. Seems like that beating might be happening sooner than expected.”
Alfy panicked and grabbed Katelyn’s phone. “Please reconsider!” A good beating from Katelyn was something Jaxen wouldn’t be able to take.
The more Alfy thought about it, the more anxious she became. No, this couldn’t happen! Jaxen might deserve punishment for being with other women, but teaching him a lesson by beating him was too much.
Katelyn smiled, amused by Alfy’s frantic reaction. “Well, we’ll see.”
Alfy bit her fingernails, looking utterly pitiful. All the way to Vincent’s villa, she was no longer sad or angry—just consumed with thoughts of how to convince Katelyn to change her mind.
Upon arriving, Katelyn instructed the maids to prepare a meal for Alfy, ensuring all her favorite dishes were included.
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