80. ICY TOUCH

REMY’S POV. I looked away, swallowing the urge to say her name. Isla. God, it was almost on the tip of my tongue, threatening to spill out. But no, I’d wait. For her. I’d always wait for her. Leaning back, I drained the rest of my glass in one long, burning swallow. “My love life isn’t your business,” I said finally, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “But marriage suits you. Crazy, huh? I remember you begging.” Jinhai frowned instantly, the effect was immediate and satisfying. That was exactly the reaction I wanted. I’d never admit it, but a smiling, blushing Jinhai disgusted me. He was far more tolerable when he was annoyed. A while later, I watched him drunkenly stumble out of the bar, muttering something while taking his wife’s call. The room fell silent. An hour passed. I sat there, alone, nursing the weight of her absence. Eventually, I stood, the liquor making my limbs feel heavier than usual. Heading toward my bedroom, I let out a long breath, al