Winnie drew a deep breath.
No way...
Tyrone and Alicia looked perfect together.
But the truth was, Winnie found Clayton a little intimidating. On the surface, he seemed harmless enough, but she could sense it he was just like Tyrone: powerful, sharp, and dangerous.
These high-level predators always gave off that air of menace.
She wanted to bolt, but with no one around to save her, she just felt trapped.
Even after years of flight attendant training, all those tough situations she'd handled, right now her skills were failing her. "Mr. Holloway... I really think those two, they probably wouldn't..."
Clayton's gaze darkened.
"Not that my opinion matters, of course," Winnie immediately corrected herself.
"But Miss Ryan, you'd help me out, wouldn't you? My feelings for Alicia are genuine. If she'd give me a chance, I'm sure we'd all get along much better," Clayton said, smiling with a cool ease.
Winnie felt the urge to run straight to Tyrone and tattle-Clayton was openly trying to steal his wife.
Still, she'd take this kind of upfront approach over underhanded tricks. At least Clayton wasn't being underhanded about it.
But still she really wanted to get out of here.
"Winnie, my bike broke and the driver's coming to pick me up. Do you and Alicia want to come with me?" Easton Lynch appeared out of nowhere, his innocent face suddenly wedged right between her and Clayton.
Easton... Somehow, even his innocence had a mischievous, golden-retriever kind of warmth. Totally different vibe from Clayton, yet-who knew why-there was just something sly about him too.
"Hey, do you have a band-aid? I fell and scraped my knee. Hurts a lot," Easton said, glancing down at his leg with wide, pitiful eyes. Sure enough, his knee was actually bleeding.
Winnie seized the opportunity, grabbing Easton by the wrist and looking at Clayton. "Sorry, Mr. Holloway-kid's hurt. I need to take him to get some antiseptic."
She didn't wait for a reply, just whisked Easton away.
She didn't even care that Alicia was still on the phone nearby.
As Easton hurried off with her, he glanced warily back at Clayton, his eyes sending a clear warning.
Clayton caught his glance and let his lips curl into a faint smile.
So... a wolf pup in the making.
Maybe I should break him before he grows up too much, he thought with a glint in his eye, watching Easton and Winnie disappear down the street.
But then again, the kid wasn't much of a threat to him. Better to let the wolf cub grow and leave him to duke it out with Tyrone someday.
"My husband said I shouldn't have dinner with you alone." Alicia ended her call and turned to Clayton, flatly refusing him.
Clayton's smile tightened, but he kept his composure. "Tyrone... well, he guards me like I'm the villain in some heist movie."
"My husband says he'll be here soon. We'll have dinner together with you." Alicia added pointedly.
Every sentence started with "my husband"-staking her claim, loud and clear.
Honestly, women's intuition was
rarely wrong. Clayton was clearly pursuing her, but Alicia didn't sense any affection from him. She was Tyrone's wife, just an orphan, and Clayton had no reason to feign interest-there was nothing in it for
That left only one explanation: the rumors must be true. Clayton was into men.
Alicia glanced at him, her gaze
thoughtful. The more she
considered it, the more convinced
she became-Clayton had a thing for
Tyrone Why else would he help
Tyrone behind the scenes? O Outwardly, they acted like rivals, but in truth, Clayton never tried to kick Tyrone when he was down. In fact, more than once, he'd pulled him out of trouble.
Her gut told her-Clayton was dangerous.
Within ten minutes, Tyrone's car rolled up to the curb.
It was a brand-new luxury model, fresh off the lot and flashy as hell.
Tyrone had inherited a fortune from Patriarch Maddox Lynch and was trailed by the press day and night. All that showiness was just another way to protect himself-and Alicia.
Clayton eyed the ostentatious car and, suddenly, lost his appetite for dinner.
Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent)
Chapter 380
Our In
The Little Me
The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind
Chapter 347: Administering Drugs
Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife
Chapter 538: Unimaginable