sing on polishing a silver frame

hing?" he asked, his voice

to the man beside her. "Liam, this is the man I told y

ith an arrogant smirk. He was the CEO of a rival corp

iam said, his voice smooth but laced w

rushing his. He flinched at the contact

flicker of something unreadable in her e

w she used to care for him.

," he sai

s waist. "Of course he's not fine, darling. He's probably sp

on a small, intricately carved wooden bird on a

ey were just starting out, long before money and success. He had bought it back from a pawn shop ye

regaining its coldness. She seemed to have no

st another object. A part of him, a foolish part, wanted t

er and looked at the price tag Sa

nd dollars," Ethan s

nd? For a piece of wood? You really are shameless, aren'

belief that he was greedy, that he saw her as nothing but

piece," Ethan

glinting with malice. "I thin

ver a heavy crystal statue on the shelf next to it. The sta

, pointing an accusing finger at Ethan.

m, his face pale with panic. "That was a on

turing to Ethan. "He was being aggre

side slamming into the sharp corner of a display case. A searing pain shot through his abd

ed out, an involun

eeting. She immediatel

sked, fussing over him, completely ignoring

ain on his failing body. His heart began to pound erratically, a f

man. He saw Liam's triumphant smirk. The humiliation, the pa

gs gav

idst the shattered crystal, th

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