Betrayed I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 127

My clear eyes fixed silently on Zane, holding his gaze without a word.

Under my steady stare, a flicker of guilt crossed his face. His eyes dropped to the injured arm I held out. “Why didn’t you tell me about this back at the hotel that day?” he asked, voice low.

“You never asked,” I replied, my patience thinning with each passing second. My tone sharpened, cold and cutting as I pressed him further. “Did you ever actually ask me?”

“I’m sorry…” he began, but I cut him off sharply.

“Enough.” I didn’t want to drag this conversation out any longer. “I still have things to do. Please, just leave.”

Without waiting for his response, I opened my door and stepped inside, intending only to set down the painting and leave quickly.

But then, a shadow fell over me as Zane’s arms wrapped around my waist from behind. His voice was soft, almost coaxing, as he whispered in my ear, “Alright, Elara. Mia is already getting ready to move out.”

“Once she’s gone, you can come home,” he added gently.

A sudden chill swept through me. I wrenched myself free from his hold with firm resolve, my voice sharp and icy. “Mr. Grayson, do you still not understand what I’m saying?”

“I’m not moving back. Whatever happens between you and Amelia is none of my concern.”

I met his gaze, voice steady and unwavering. “I can keep being the PR shield for whatever mess you and Amelia get yourselves into. The next time the paparazzi catch you two, I’ll be there ‘clarifying’ everything for you.”

“But please, stop interfering with my life. Is that clear enough?”

Zane’s brow furrowed in confusion.

How was this any different from the open marriages so many couples in our circle had? When had I started thinking like this?

He was about to reply, probably to deny it outright. “Elara, I’ve never thought that way—”

His phone rang, cutting him off mid-sentence.

He glanced at the caller ID, stepped outside to answer, and returned with a troubled look. “It’s Charles. There’s an emergency. I can’t cook for you tonight. Maybe another time…”

“There’s no need for ‘another time,’” I said immediately. “You should go. Quickly, before you miss the elevator.”

Zane looked oddly flustered. “Don’t be angry anymore, alright? Those things you just said… I’ll pretend I didn’t hear them.”

“Mm. I’m not angry,” I replied flatly, my tone distant.

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