Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 608

Madeline didn’t press the topic Julian was so unsure about. She hung up the call and started heading back to the private room, weaving through the softly lit corridor.

A drunk guy came stumbling her way, a woman clinging to his side, both of them laughing way too loudly. He lurched, accidentally crashing into Madeline.

She shifted out of his way, not interested in making a scene.

But then he grinned. "Well, look who it is. My cousin’s wife. Small world, huh?"

Madeline turned at the familiar voice. She recognized Lincoln, Julian’s uncle’s son, from the last family gathering at the Grayson estate.

She never liked Julian’s uncle’s family and knew they were always at odds with Julian. No way was she sticking around for this. She gave Lincoln a barely-there nod and tried to move past him.

Lincoln wasn’t finished though. He grabbed for her arm. "Leaving so soon? Or maybe I shouldn’t call you my cousin-in-law. You and Julian aren’t back together, right? Guess you’re just Madeline now. That cool with you?"

She scowled, jerking her arm from his grip. "Sorry, I don’t actually know you."

"Oh, you don’t know me?" Lincoln laughed, a crooked, lazy grin spreading across his face. The woman with him giggled, staring at Madeline like she was part of the entertainment. "Well, you could. Why don’t you have a drink with me, get a little friendlier?"

He reached for her waist, moving in too close for comfort. He hadn’t tried anything then the last time he saw her. But now she was alone, and Lincoln was twice as bold.

Madeline slipped away from his reach, her voice cool as ice. "Get lost."

Lincoln’s jaw tightened. "Come on. You come to this place to drink with men, right? You can sit with anyone but me?"

He lurched again, reaching for her.

Before Madeline could react, someone else did. A hand snapped out, catching Lincoln’s wrist. There was a raw, unmistakable crack.

Lincoln screamed, high and awful.

Luke stood between them, cold fury on his face. "You want to drink? I’ll drink with you."

Lincoln spat. "Who the hell are you? Meddling in my business? You know who I am?"

Luke smirked, voice dripping sarcasm. "Try me. You think I’m supposed to be afraid?"

"Aaagh! You—"

Luke’s grip tightened. Lincoln went pale, struggling and cursing.

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