Chapter 154
Chapter 154:
The comments were already exploding. People were assuming she was the new mistress.
“Take it down,” Liam ordered.
“But why?” Lydia pouted. “It’s just a garden p>
“Take. It. Down p>
The elevator doors in the outer lobby chimed.
Skye walked in.
She wore a sharp gray business suit and carried a leather portfolio. She strode past the reception desk like she owned the building—which, technically, she was trying to do. She stopped at Liam’s open office door.
She saw Lydia leaning over the desk. She saw the muffin basket.
Skye didn’t look jealous. She looked amused.
“Am I interrupting a bake sale?” Skye asked.
Liam jumped up so fast his chair tipped over. “Skye! No! This isn’t… she just showed up p>
Lydia straightened, smoothing her dress. She looked at Skye with a mixture of fear and defiance.
“I’m bringing breakfast to my… to Liam,” Lydia said. “Grandmother thinks it’s important for a woman to care for her man’s stomach p>
Skye walked into the room. She picked up a muffin from the basket.
It was rock hard.
“Store-bought,” Skye noted, dropping it back into the basket with a thud. “You took it out of the plastic wrapper and put it in a basket. The crumbs are uniform. Homemade muffins crumble differently p>
Lydia turned scarlet. “I baked them p>
“Lydia,” Skye said, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr, “stop playing house. You’re bad at it p>
Skye turned her attention to Liam. “I’m here for the board meeting,” she said. “I hold proxies for the minority shareholders now. Did you forget p>
𝗦𝗎𝗽роr𝘁 𝗍𝗁е 𝘢𝗎𝗍𝘩𝗼r 𝗯𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝘢𝖽𝗶n𝗴 𝗼𝗇 𝗯𝖾𝗅ոovе𝘭𝘴.с𝘰𝘮
Liam had forgotten. He had forgotten everything except the red dress.
“Right,” Liam stammered. “The meeting. Yes p>
Lydia, sensing she was losing the room, decided to attack.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Lydia spat at Skye. “You’re the ex-wife. You’re unwanted. Liam and I are moving forward p>
Skye turned slowly to face Lydia. She looked her up and down, her gaze dissecting Lydia like a frog in biology class.
“That dress,” Skye said.
Lydia flinched. “It’s Chanel p>
“It’s ‘Channel’,” Skye corrected. “With two N’s. I saw the tag sticking out when you leaned over. And the stitching on the hem? It’s machine-serged. Chanel uses a blind hem stitch p>
Skye stepped closer, invading Lydia’s personal space.
“You’re wearing a fifty-dollar knockoff to a billion-dollar company,” Skye whispered. “You’re not just a liar, Lydia. You’re a cheap one p>
Lydia let out a strangled sob. She grabbed her basket of rock-hard muffins and ran out of the office, pushing past the amused secretary.