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    “Wait—he’s not going to Shelly. Isn’t she supposed to be his girlfriend?”


    “Is he heading toward Ethan Marsh?”


    “He’s—he’s approaching!”


    Yvonne, mid-conversation, felt the shift. People were whispering around her. The buzz, the stares—they were unmistakable.


    She looked down and realized her hand was still resting lightly on Ethan’s arm. Her fingers twitched.


    Before she could react, Norton was already by her side.


    Without so much as a word, he reached out and grabbed her hand—then pulled her away from Ethan.


    Caught off guard, Yvonne stumbled and fell into his chest.


    And just like that, Norton slipped his arm around her waist. His entire mood seemed to shift the moment shended in his arms—his expression softening, the tension around his eyes easing slightly. The crowd, on the other hand, was buzzing.


    “Wait, what? Isn’t Yvonne supposed to be Ethan’s date tonight?”


    “Is Shelly the one tied to Norton?”


    “Then why is Norton acting like Yvonne’s his date?”


    Yvonne could hear every whisper and feel every set of eyes locked onto them. Her cheeks flushed. She wanted to say something, anything—but her words stuck in her throat.


    Norton didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink. Instead, his icy gaze swept across the room—andnded squarely on Ethan. It wasn’t threatening. It didn’t need to be. The warning in his eyes said enough.


    Ethan, alwaysposed, raised his champagne ss in a polite toast, lips curled into a faint smile. But the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He watched Yvonne—nowpletely enveloped in Norton’s embrace—then tipped his head back and downed the rest of his drink in one shot. Without a word, he quietly stepped aside.


    The crowd, of course, ate up the scene like it was their favorite soap opera ying out in real time.


    “Did Norton just straight-up steal Ethan’s date?”


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    “I mean… it’s Norton Burke. If he wants something, no one’s stopping him.” A female reporter near the back was practically swooning. “If I could be in his arms for even five seconds…”


    Her friend snorted. “You wish. I’d still pick Ethan. Less icy, more charming.”


    “Yvonne must have something serious going on to make Norton ditch Shelly like that.”


    As thements grew louder—and more inappropriate—Norton’s patience thinned. He turned slightly, resting one hand casually on Yvonne’s hip, the other holding his drink. Then, with the faintest of smiles, he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “Enjoying the party, my dear wife?”


    The room froze. Dead silence. All the murmurs, the gossip, the theories—gone in an instant.


    Yvonne stiffened slightly, ufortable with the sudden attention. Before she could collect herself, Norton leaned in and whispered close to her ear, his voice low and velvety. “Don’t move.”


    There was a subtle edge to his tone. Not a threat—but a clear signal. For now, y along. Yvonne swallowed the lump in her throat and gave a demure nod. Her smile stayed—polished, tight, strained.


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