Juliet simply looked at them for a brief moment.
There was no jealousy in her eyes. No heartbreak. No anger.
Nothing.
Her expression remained perfectly calm, almost indifferent, as though she were looking at complete strangers instead of the man she had wanted to marry desperately.
Then she turned away.
Just like that.
She turned back to Cassian, a soft smile appearing on her face as she resumed their conversation, her entire attention settling naturally on the man beside her.
It was as though Vincent had ceased to exist.
Vincent abruptly pulled away from Alexa.
His entire body had gone stiff.
For several long seconds, he simply stood there staring at Juliet's back, his chest rising and falling unevenly. A strange, unfamiliar tightness spread through him, making it difficult to breathe.
"She's crossing the line," he said suddenly, raking a hand through his hair in obvious frustration. His usually impeccable hairstyle became slightly disheveled, but he didn't seem to notice. "Look at her. Standing so close to another man, kissing him on the fucking mouth, smiling at him like that..."
His eyes darkened.
"It's disgusting."
Griffin and Nolan exchanged startled looks.
Vincent rarely used words like that.
But Vincent seemed completely unaware of their reactions.
His gaze never left Juliet.
"Seeing her with another man makes me sick," he muttered harshly.
The moment the words left his mouth, Vincent froze.
A memory surfaced unexpectedly in his mind.
Juliet standing in front of him, tears shimmering in her eyes as she looked at him with pain and disappointment.
"I feel disgusted every time I see you with another woman, Vincent. The thought of marrying you has started to make me sick."
For a moment, he could almost see the scene again as if it had happened yesterday instead of months ago.
Back then, Vincent had merely leaned lazily against the bar counter, a glass of whiskey in his hand, completely unmoved by her complaints.
He had even laughed.
He had actually laughed in her face.
He had dismissed her feelings as childish jealousy and accused her of overreacting.
Of being overly sensitive.
He had dismissed her pain as nothing more than a tantrum from a woman too dependent on him.
