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    Ernst frowned, turning his undercooked skewer over the mes, his attention stolen by Brenna and Ethan’s cozy moment nearby. The duo was all smiles, their affectionate gestures evident. They didn’t seem to care about having ruined Sabine’s dress at all.


    “Why did you have to interfere like that?” Ernst’s frustration erupted, determined not to interfere with Brenna’s happiness. “Does Miss Hewitt really need you to do something like that for her?”


    His gaze hardened, growing cold. “I can’t understand why you keep provoking Brenna. If you still want to be with me, you need to stop that.”


    Sabine’s lip trembled slightly. “But she ruined my dress!” she eximed, her voice growing more frantic. “How can you still defend her like this?”


    Ernst merely grunted, dismissing herint as he concentrated on achieving the perfect char on his skewer.


    Left with no choice, Sabine scrubbed desperately at the stains, but they clung to the fabric, refusing to budge.


    Sabine nced at Jade, hoping for some sympathy but finding none. Jade’splete indifference to her situation was painfully obvious.


    At that moment, it hit her with full force—she must have seemed foolish to Jade, failing at such a simple n.


    Humiliated, Sabine faced Brenna and, with a dramatic sweep of her arm, deliberately tipped over a tub of sauce, sending a flood of condiment spilling toward Brenna.


    Sabine said bitterly, “This is what you deserve, bitch.”


    However, Ethan quickly sprang into action, pulling Brenna out of the way of the oing mess. His arm wrapped around her in a protective hold.


    A faint smile flickered across Ethan’s face. He was clearly aware of Sabine’s intent. In response, he purposefully knocked over a nearby sauce container, drenching Sabine in its contents.


    Brenna couldn’t hold back herughter, her voice dripping with mock concern. “Oh, that stain looks rather permanent.”


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    Her amusement was obvious, her enjoyment of the situation barely concealed. “Seems like karma to me,” Brenna added, watching Sabine’s horrified reaction to her newly stained attire.


    Ernst’s quiet disapproval spoke volumes as he shot Sabine a dismissive nce, then turned his attention back to the grill, making it clear that he was not going to help her.


    Sabine, outraged, cried out, “Mr. Mitchell, how could you do this?”


    Without missing a beat, Ethan responded, “Did you think I’d just stand by while you tried to cause trouble for my woman? An insult to Brenna is an insult to me. Did you really expect me to just let that slide?”


    Brenna nodded in agreement, her contentment evident.


    Jade’s nails dug into her palms as Ethan’s address of Brenna as “my woman” slipped through the air with deliberate provocation. Every endearment between themnded like a p against her very public affections.


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