Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 617

Dennis Williams stood there, cold as ice, staring Jonathan Allen down. “Is that so? Looks like you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, Jonathan. I thought the Allens prided themselves on brains. Guess they dropped the ball with you, huh?”

His words sliced through the air, humiliating in a way nobody had ever dared to be with Jonathan Allen—at least, not to his face.

Jonathan’s expression turned so dark it was almost comical, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like he might crack a tooth. But he didn’t dare talk back. He sure as hell didn’t dare throw an insult at Dennis Williams the way he did with Larry Adams.

Larry picked up on it right away. “Coward,” he muttered under his breath, before pressing the toe of his Italian leather shoe into Jonathan’s back, not bothering to hide his contempt. “Dennis is saying Ms. Davis is his girlfriend, his one and only. And you—some pathetic loser—think you’ve got a shot with her? You even had the nerve to disrespect her, to humiliate her? Are you out of your mind?”

Larry didn’t bother to keep his voice down. Each syllable echoed through the silent banquet hall, bouncing off the crystal chandeliers and marble floors.

The words hung in the air, impossible to ignore. Jonathan Allen couldn’t believe what he was hearing. That couldn’t be right.

“His girl” and “his girlfriend” were two very different things. Was he losing his mind, or had Dennis Williams finally snapped?

Dennis Williams could have anyone he wanted—he was the kind of guy who had women lining up for him at every country club brunch and every charity gala. Why would he ever go for someone like Camila Davis—a divorced woman, already written off by high society?

But as much as Jonathan didn’t want to believe it, a chill of fear crept up his spine.

Around them, the other guests looked just as stunned, their faces a mix of shock and disbelief. It just didn’t add up.

They wanted to tell themselves it wasn’t possible, but there they were—Dennis and Camila, standing hand in hand, fingers laced tightly together.

No wonder Dennis had been so patient with her. No wonder he always spoke to her in that gentle, careful tone. It all made sense now, in a way that made everyone’s head spin.

Nobody in their wildest dreams could have imagined Camila Davis and Dennis Williams together.

Why her?

All at once, every eye in the room turned to Camila, scrutinizing, judging, trying to figure out what made her so special.

Camila felt their stares. She tried to keep her composure, but her body tensed up, betraying her nerves.

Dennis noticed right away. He looked down at her, then gave the room a cold, sweeping glance. Without missing a beat, he gently pulled her closer, his arm wrapping protectively around her.

Camila stumbled slightly, caught off guard, and ended up pressed against his chest, her cheek resting against the soft fabric of his tailored suit.

She lifted her head in surprise, looking up at Dennis.

He reached up and brushed his hand over the back of her head, the gesture gentle and soothing.

Don’t be afraid, his touch seemed to say.

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