Chapter 59

Nathaniel wasn't the type to let himself be embarrassed in public without pushing back. With a half-smirk, he stared straight at Fraser. "Mr. Branwell, don't you think that's a bit much? It's just three drinks. Besides, you and Miss Hawkins aren't together anymore. What gives you the right to pull her away? Your plus-one's still waiting for you." He casually pointed toward Lydia, who was already on the verge of tears, her bouquet crushed beyond recognition in her hands. Fraser never had patience for people he didn't like. Usually, he wouldn't even bother with a reply. He didn't even glance at Nathaniel. Instead, he leaned over and asked Bellamy in a low voice, "The wedding's pretty much wrapped up. It's getting dull. Wanna leave now?" Bellamy didn't want to drink with a playboy like Nathaniel, but she also couldn't just walk off with Fraser in front of everyone. She'd already caught Marianne's gaze burning into her-like she was demanding an explanation. Wasn't she the one who said she