Trapped by Him

Chapter 299

The scarlet red wine slowly trickled down her hair strands, dripping onto her pale face, sliding over her slender neck, and falling onto her thin dress...

It wasn't until the last drop of wine fell onto the back of her hand that she slowly lifted her eyes.

Her gaze was filled with shock and disbelief, staring straight at Cline.

Cline, with his eyes as cold as frost, contemptuously glanced at her and coldly uttered a word, "Cheap."

As an Alpha, his words seemed to carry the unique deterrent power, making the surrounding air seem to solidify.

Upon hearing those words, Luana trembled uncontrollably.

She clenched her fists tightly, her fingernails digging deep into her palms, biting her lower lip, and stared at Cline without blinking.

It was as if she wanted to bore a hole through him with her gaze, her anger and humiliation surging like a tidal wave.

Cline, however, paid no attention to her reaction. Nonchalantly, he picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped the fingers that had touched her while taking the wine. His movements were elegant and composed, as if he was cleaning a dirty object.

This action, in Luana's eyes, was another brutal stab into her already battered heart.

She understood that his pouring wine over her and calling her cheap was his way of retaliating, his method of venting his resentment because he thought she was dirty.

Luana had countless questions she wanted to throw at him.

They no longer had any relationship, and her life had nothing to do with him. What did her cleanliness have to do with him?

Yet, she still lacked the courage to voice these questions.

She was well aware that she had not yet escaped Travis's control, and if she provoked Cline on impulse, she feared she wouldn't have enough lives to endure their torment.

After cleaning his hands, Cline threw the handkerchief aside and stood up.

Without even a glance at Luana, he strode away.

Half of the bodyguards in the room immediately followed behind him, filing out in his wake.

As an Alpha, Cline's powerful aura lingered even as he left. It made everyone dare not speak easily, as if suppressed by an invisible force.

"Cline..."

Gehrmann finally snapped out of the shocking scene and hastily called out to Cline.

However, Cline seemed not to hear and continued to walk away without turning his head.

Travis, looking at Cline's departing back, asked with a hint of inquiry and confusion, "What's gotten into him?"

Gehrmann's lips curled into a slightly awkward smile as he explained, "As the sole heir to the Moriarty Group, he bears great responsibility and pressure. It's natural for him to have some peculiar temperaments now and then. I hope you and Miss Hammond won't take it personally and will be tolerant."

After this brief explanation, Gehrmann picked up his wine glass from the table, raised it towards Travis and Luana as an apology, and said, "This is all our fault."

With that, he drained the glass in one go, put it down, and his expression returned to its usual gentleness.

Politely, he said, "Please continue to enjoy yourselves here. I must go back and check on him, in case something happens."

Gehrmann's manners were impeccable, and his words were courteous and appropriate.

Travis naturally had no reason to stop him from leaving, so he nodded and said, "Alright, let's make another date then."

Gehrmann nodded, quickly put on the shirt he had taken off earlier, grabbed his suit jacket that was draped nearby, and hurriedly left the private room.

Naomi, who had been looking forward to the next round of cards, had no choice but to drop her cards and follow Gehrmann out when she saw him leave.

With these people gone, the once lively private room suddenly seemed much emptier.

Travis, feeling frustrated, raised his hand to rub his brow, inwardly annoyed.

He had planned to make Cline happy first and then find a suitable opportunity to discuss the project with him.

He never expected that before he could even open his mouth, everyone had already left. What bad luck.

Travis no longer had the interest to continue the party. He waved his hand impatiently, driving out the remaining people in the private room.

Once everyone was gone, he turned his head, his gaze fixed tightly on Luana, his eyes filled with doubt and inquiry as he asked, "How exactly do you know Cline?"

From the beginning, Travis keenly sensed that Cline's actions were all targeted at Luana.

Especially when he heard that he had slept with Luana, Cline's harassment became even more intense.

This was enough to indicate that the two must have known each other, and their relationship was likely far from ordinary.