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    Norton’s lips twitched, a spark of amusement in his eyes, though his expression remainedposed.


    Shelly, watching him approach, smirked, her arms crossed as if waiting for Yvonne’s n to unravel.


    But Yvonne’s smile only widened, her eyes glinting with mischief. She stepped closer to Norton, her fingers brushing his sleeve before she slid her arms around his neck.


    Rising on her toes, she pressed her lips to his, the kiss bold and unapologetic. Norton’s hand found her waist, his touch steady and warm, and for a moment, the room faded away.


    He caught the fury twisting Shelly’s face from the corner of his eye and smirked against Yvonne’s lips.


    He deepened the kiss, his fingers tightening, but Yvonne, sensing his intent, pulled back with a softugh, her cheeks flushed. However, she stayed nestled in his embrace, his arm a quiet anchor around her waist.


    She leaned into his shoulder, her voice a yful murmur. “Ms. Shelly Tucker, perhaps you should mind your own business. My husband and I are just fine.” Her words carried a subtle sting, her smile daring Shelly to respond.


    Norton’s gaze darkened as it settled on Shelly, who stood frozen, her champagne flute trembling in her grip.


    The smugness had drained from her face, reced by a forced, brittle smile. Without a word, she spun on her heel and hurried away, her heels clicking against the marble floor, her earlier bravado crumbling. The surrounding guests exchanged nces, their whispers buzzing like static.


    They had expected a scandal, a secret unveiled. Instead, Shelly’s attempt to provoke Yvonne had backfired spectacrly, leaving her humiliated in the wake of Yvonne’s unshakable confidence.


    A secret thrill coursed through Yvonne as she caught the hushed murmurs rippling through the banquet hall, paired with sidelong nces aimed at Shelly.


    Shelly’s pristine reputation in the magazine world, so carefully polished, would surely crack after tonight’s spectacle.


    As the evening wound down, chandeliers dimmed and guests drifted toward the exits.


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    Norton’s grip on Yvonne’s hand tightened, his fingers warm and unyielding. He guided her through the thinning crowd, his long strides cutting a determined path toward the venue’s grand doors.


    Yvonne’s heels clicked unevenly against the marble floor, her bnce faltering as she struggled to match his pace.


    “Norton, ease up a bit,” she murmured, her fingers brushing his sleeve in a gentle tug.


    He flicked his gaze back to her, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable. Without a word, he stopped abruptly, bent low, and scooped her into his arms.


    The sudden motion stole her breath.


    “Oh!” Yvonne’s gasp slipped out, her eyes widening as she stared up at him, her hands instinctively clutching his shoulders.


    Norton’s expression remained a guarded mask, his silence heavy as he carried her toward the waiting car with purposeful steps.


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