“We happened to run into each other. I’ll go have a chat with Terri—we haven’t seen each other in a while.”
Without waiting for a response, she turned to Blayne.
He didn’t object.
He only sat up straighter, watching Valerie step out of the car.
His warm expression shifted into something else.
A warning.
His lips moved silently.
“Stay in your place. Don’t make trouble.”
Terri suddenly felt like laughing.
Stay in her place?
Don’t make trouble?
What trouble, exactly?
Did he mean when he had almost forced himself on her after finding out Valerie had left the country?
Or when he had thrown money at her face, only to pull her into bed night after night?
Valerie was his precious jewel.
And Terri?
What was she?
A stand-in? A decoration?
For once, a faint sense of satisfaction burned in Terri’s chest.
She lowered her gaze, pretending not to see Blayne’s warning look.
“I heard Blayne went to see you last night?”
Valerie got into the car, rolling up the window behind her.
The outside world disappeared.
Her earlier warmth vanished.
Her eyes were cold as she looked at Terri.
“He didn’t come to see me. He came to warn me.”
Terri’s voice was calm, but the bitterness was impossible to hide.
Terri denied it.