"Young Mrs. Daelan, do you care for a dance?" Kevin asked, extending his hand toward Lynette.
"I do not care," Lynette responded firmly.
Kevin's smirk deepened, his fingers twitching slightly. "I insist," he murmured, reaching forward and pulling her closer.
Lynette wanted to pull away, but Kevin Gael's grip was firm, his presence overwhelming.
"Did you also learn how to dance at events like this?" he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.
"After all, you only served drinks before."
Lynette's breath hitched.
she was certain. He knew something.
She kept her gaze lowered, avoiding his piercing stare.
Kevin's hand found its way to her bare back, his touch slow, deliberate, as it traced down to her waist. His other hand remained clasped around hers, holding her in place.
The guests noticed immediately.
Murmurs rippled through the crowd as they watched the unlikely pair.
Leonardo, spotting them from a distance, narrowed his eyes. He knew Lynette and Kevin rarely held hands—let alone danced together. It was odd, unsettling even.
Lynette's heart pounded louder.
How did Kevin Gael know? How could he possibly know that she had only served drinks at events like this?
"Since you don't know how to dance," Kevin said, voice calm, almost teasing, "I'll guide you. You adapt fast, don't you? Surely, you can adapt to this too."
Without waiting for her response, he began to move, leading her effortlessly as the instruments swelled.
The crowd's attention locked onto them.
"Kevin Gael and Lynette Daelan?"
"I guess that means he had nothing to do with her disappearance?"
"If the Gaels were here, they'd be stunned to see this."
The whispers surrounded them.
But Lynette barely heard them over the sound of her own racing pulse.
As they moved in rhythm with the music, Lynette held her composure, her movements fluid despite the unease stirring within her.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said with confidence, meeting Kevin's gaze as they danced.
His smirk remained, unreadable, his grip firm yet effortless as he guided her across the floor. "Well… young Mrs. Daelan, you will know soon."
Before she could react, he spun her gracefully, lifting her momentarily before setting her back down.
The movement sent a rush through her, but she refused to let it show.
Her heart pounded, but she steadied herself.
"Even though you were invited, if you didn't want to come, you should have stayed back," she said, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Not to come here saying strange things, Mr. Gael."
They moved as one, steps precise, yet she could feel his lingering stare.
His face was close, closer than she would have liked.
Then, he smiled, bright and deliberate.
A chill ran through Lynette.
"Young Mrs. Daelan, we will be seeing a lot of each other from now on," he murmured before releasing her hand.
Her irritation flickered beneath the surface.
"I have nothing to do with you," she said sharply, turning to leave.
She took some steps forward, but his voice halted her.
He peeked over his shoulder and saw Lynette retreating"Why rush? Don't you want to know what happened?"
Something in his tone made her stop.
Slowly, she turned her head, her hair flipping with the motion, her thoughts racing.
What did he mean by what happened?
Was he referring to Lynette Daelan and Daniella… of this dimension?
She had been desperate to move away from him, but his words rooted her in place. He knew something—of that, she was sure. But how?
And now, he was offering answers.
She turned fully, closing the space between them, her gaze fixed on his.
Kevin tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. "I thought you would walk away," he mused. "What do you think I meant by what I said?"
His hands rested behind his back as he bent slightly toward her, his expression void of humor.
Was he playing games with her?
Lynette narrowed her eyes.
She wasn't sure yet—but one thing was clear.
Kevin Gael wasn't just speaking nonsense.
Lynette turned sharply, irritation was clear on her face. "If you have nothing to say, I'll take my leave," she said, her tone laced with frustration as she prepared to walk away.
But then—
"Lynette's husband."
She froze, her stomach tightening.
The way he said it—so deliberate, so calculated—sent a chill down her spine.
He hadn't called Arian her husband. He had called him Lynette's husband.
Her mind raced.
Kevin's lips curled into a slow smirk. "Oh... I mean your husband," he added, dragging out the word 'husband' with unmistakable sarcasm.
He watched her, carefully, as if waiting for the smallest shift in her expression.
Lynette forced herself to remain composed, keeping her gaze level.
Kevin continued, his voice low but firm. "Here's an alert for you—Miss Daniella Juan was suspected in Lynette's disappearance because she was the last person seen with her."
Lynette said nothing.
"But here lies the problem," Kevin went on, tilting his head slightly. "Daniella disappeared too. And do you know who spread the story that Daniella was the last person to see Lynette?"
He paused.
"Arian."
Lynette's blood ran cold.
Kevin held her stare as he spoke again.
"There's something people failed to consider, and I wonder why. Arian said he saw Daniella with Lynette, and that was the last time. But doesn't that mean he was the last person to see them both—alive or maybe… dead?"
He grinned as he straightened.
Lynette's mind spun as she pieced it together.
Kevin was suggesting that Arian had something to do with their disappearance.
Less than a day had passed since she arrived, yet she could already tell how much Arian loved Lynette—deeply, undeniably.
Could Kevin just be trying to frame him?
But why?
Kevin watched her closely, then shrugged. "You should ask people about Arian. Or perhaps Miss Abigail. She might tell you a little but if you give her enough bundles she'll tell you everything she knows."
His smirk widened. "That big bag she carries isn't just for decoration."
Lynette stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. "You don't know anything about my husband," she said,her voice sharp.
"It's enough that you refer to him like he's someone else. Don't try to frame him for something he didn't do just because he's a soft person."
Kevin chuckled, shaking his head. "I should laugh," he mused, smiling brightly.
Then, stepping back, he added smoothly, "I'll call you later. As I said, we'll be seeing each other more often from now on."
With that, he walked toward the exit.
Lynette clenched her jaw, watching him leave.
How would he call me when he doesn't even have my number?