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‘ll take you home,” lan said softly.

Yolanda murmured her agreement, settling comfortably into his arms.

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Ian held her close, about to lead her away, when the sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention.

His gaze grew cold as he looked up and saw Samuel Grant.

Samuel was still in his suit, almost merging with the darkness around him. He approached slowly, concern flashing in his eyes as he saw Yolanda nearly losing control. “Yoyo?” he called out.

At the sound of her brother’s voice, Yolanda’s body tensed, and she slowly lifted her gaze. “Big brother, I’m not feeling so well,” she murmured.

Samuel’s gaze lingered on Ian, as if he wanted to say something but held back.

Without another word, he said sternly, “Come with me.”

Ian stood his ground, holding Yolanda even closer.

Samuel took a few steps forward, and when he still didn’t hear anything, he slowly turned back.

“Just bring her and come with me. I’m her brother.”

Ian’s lashes fell as he glanced over at Yolanda, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

Yolanda suddenly reached up, cradling his face with both hands, and pulled him into a heated kiss, her tongue slipping past his lips without warning.

Samuel, lurking a short distance away, caught sight of them and nearly winced–his eye actually twitched in shock.

Ian jerked his head away at first, but something flashed across his mind; a beat later, he leaned right back in and kissed her fiercely.

Samuel just stood there, lit up a cigarette, and after ten long, awkward minutes, finally blurted out, “Maybe I should just… head out?”

For a guy as self–assured as him, even saying that was way out of character–it was obvious he genuinely had no idea how to deal with this.

His disciplined, usually reserved little sister was getting all passionate with another man right under his nose, and he honestly had no clue whether he was supposed to put a stop to it or just turn a blind eye.

Ian kept Yolanda firmly in his arms and obediently trailed after Samuel.

Samuel seemed perfectly composed at first glance, but if you looked closer, you’d notice his steps were a bit

stiff.

His car was parked a short distance away, tucked away in a secluded spot.

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Ian lifted Yolanda into the car, holding her tight in his arms the whole time. She was practically falling apart, arms locked desperately around his neck, sobbing as she pleaded for him not to leave her.

Ian kissed her again, softly reassuring her, “We’ll talk about everything when we get home, alright?”

Samuel, still dressed in his suit, stood outside the car, unable to resist the urge to smoke.

He almost never smoked.

Lighting up was the only thing that seemed to calm him down.

He hesitated for a moment, then after sparking up, finally couldn’t help but ask, “What’s your name?”

“Ian. I’m her talent,” Ian replied.

“Oh,” Samuel said.

He took a slow drag from his cigarette.

The sound of their kissing was still ringing in Samuel’s ears, grating on him like nails scraping a chalkboard.

After thinking for a moment, he gave in, climbed into the back seat, and told his assistant up front, “Drive.”

The car started moving slowly.

The back seat was spacious, but with three people squeezed in, it felt way too small–especially since one of them was totally out of it.

Ian held Yolanda in his arms, whispering gently and doing his best to calm her down.

Yolanda, though, couldn’t sit still. She lifted her leg and let it sprawl right across Samuel’s lap.

Samuel, cigarette pinched between his fingers, felt his leg twitch and quietly, without a word, slid it away.

Ian and Yolanda were practically hogging most of the back seat.

Yolanda was a handful–crying, with her shoulder still streaked with blood from that fall, looking like a complete wreck.

Ian suddenly glanced over at Samuel.

Their gazes collided in the air: Samuel’s was serious, tinged with confusion, while lan’s was dark and almost

savage.

“Just turn around, man. You really shouldn’t be watching.” lan said.

Samuel tried to say something, but honestly, he had no idea what to say–he couldn’t even put this feeling

into words.

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Samuel turned to stare out the window, pulling out his phone to call his team, quietly telling them to get Charles’s guys out of the way.

If Charles were the one sitting here right now, he’d probably have already lost it and be out for blood.

But Samuel didn’t feel like actually killing anyone–what he felt was this weird, uncomfortable mix of emotions he couldn’t even put into words. It was just… awkward.

He just gave up and shut his eyes, trying to tune everything out. A few minutes went by like that before Yolanda’s voice snapped him out of it.

“Ian, you’re just the best,” Yolanda blurted out, her voice thick with adoration.

Samuel’s lashes quivered; he wanted to open his eyes, but honestly–he just couldn’t make himself do it. ‘Seriously, what am I even supposed to do right now?‘ he thought.

He’d never felt anything like this before; it was impossible to even put a name to it.

Suddenly, a hand yanked at his suit. He looked down–it was just Yolanda.

She was clutching the hem of his suit in a death grip, creasing it up.

He turned away, looking out the window, all the while catching snippets of her voice–sometimes gushing over lan, sometimes whining about how miserable she was.

By the time the car finally pulled up to Samuel’s place, two hours had passed.

Yolanda was starting to come to her senses, but honestly, she’d rather just smash her head against something and knock herself out instead of being awake right now.

Ian finally let out a dramatic sigh of relief, whining, “Come on, if you’d stayed out any longer, my arms would’ve turned into stone from holding you!”

The words were barely out of his mouth before Yolanda landed a solid slap across his cheek.

Samuel, at this point, had lost track of how many cigarettes he’d chain–smoked, and honestly, he didn’t even know what to say anymore.

Ian crouched down in front of Yolanda like a scolded puppy, rubbing his cheek with pitiful eyes. “Why’d you just hit me outta nowhere?”

‘Honestly, Yolanda thought, if the heavens could just open up and smite me right now, that’d be perfect- anything to escape this mortifying disaster!

She raked her fingers through her hair nervously, there was no way she could even glance at Samuel–her face was burning with embarrassment.

The car was dead silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Samuel opened the car door with a stern look, hesitated for a few seconds, then finally said, “Why don’t we get out first?”

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Ian tried to help Yolanda out, but she pushed him away. Undeterred, he leaned over again.

Samuel didn’t even bother looking back, just walked straight into the house.

If Yolanda didn’t have nerves of steel, she probably would’ve fainted from all this right now.

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Ian didn’t back off, just kept holding her, teasing, “Seriously, what are you so scared of? He’s not gonna eat you.”

Yolanda just played dead, honestly wishing she could drop dead for real.

Ian swept Yolanda into his arms and strolled right inside, acting like her panic didn’t bother him one bit.

In the living room, Samuel was seated on the couch, tapping the cigarette ash aside with controlled calm. He set the cigarette down and spoke a single word.

“Sit,” he instructed, his tone steady and unmistakably in charge.

The living room lights were blazing, making it impossible to hide anything–every emotion on their faces was out in the open.

After how dark and cramped the car had been, now it felt like someone had thrown on a floodlight and exposed all the awkward secrets.

Yolanda looked completely disheveled, her clothes rumpled, her whole vibe a wreck.

Samuel motioned for someone to bring over some coffee.

None of them said a word.

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