Chapter 88

Gavin watched as the woman before him raised her phone and placed it to her ear at the exact moment his own call connected. This woman, who had come to this masquerade ball with another man, was his wife. A wave of fury surged through him. How dare Giselle do that? Gavin could no longer hear the voice on the other end of the phone. He grabbed the woman's shoulder hard and hissed through gritted teeth, "Giselle, you've got some nerve." The woman's body stiffened under his grip. That reaction alone confirmed to him that he was right. Without a word, Gavin yanked her around, only to feel his wrist suddenly caught in a firm grip. The woman only turned slightly to the side, keeping her face away from Gavin. He looked up at the man gripping his wrist. "Let go," Gavin said. The man's voice was as cold as ice. "Mr. Farrell, ever heard of manners?" Gavin did not expect the man to recognize him, but at that moment, he couldn't be bothered. "Manners? You show up with another man's wife a