A flicker of emotion passed through Haynes’s eyes.
Rachel went on, “I don’t want you to go and get revenge on Stella, and I don’t want you to make trouble for her, either. All I want right now is to hold a successful concert and fulfill this dream of mine.”
She paused, her gaze lingering on Haynes, full of unspoken thoughts and tangled emotions.
“And… I just hope you and Jasper will be alright.”
…
At eight that evening, Stella and Antoney arrived right on time at Mr. Walden’s music soirée.
It had been a while since Stella last saw Antoney. Tonight, she noticed a shadow clouding his usually cheerful face.
“Antoney,” she said softly, “is something bothering you?”
He was about to answer when a tall, imposing figure suddenly stepped between them.
“Stella, I’d like a word.”
Before Stella could respond, Antoney moved forward, placing himself protectively in front of her, eyes wary as he stared down Haynes.
“What do you want, Haynes?”
Haynes shot him a dismissive glance, clearly not taking him seriously. “Maybe you should worry about your own problems instead of meddling in other people’s business.”
Antoney’s handsome face stiffened.
Stella glanced at him, concern in her eyes. “What’s going on, Antoney?”
His voice came out unexpectedly hoarse. “...It’s nothing.”
She wanted to press further, but Haynes’s cool, clear voice cut in first.
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