Chapter 439
Liam Sullivan stood alone in the crowd, like a forgotten island.
The mayor wiped his sweat and forced a smile. "Congratulations to this gentleman for winning the beauty's favor."
Thunderous applause filled the air.
Prince Dacia lifted his chin and cast a contemptuous glance at Liam.
He strode onto the stage and performed a perfect gentleman's bow to Vivian Bennett.
Vivian placed her hand in his palm.
Spotlights followed their movements.
Their classical gowns shimmered under the lights.
They looked like royalty stepping out from the Middle Ages.
Camera flashes erupted like fireworks.
The crowd murmured in admiration.
"What a perfect match."
"A fairy tale prince and princess."
No one looked at Liam anymore.
Losers didn't deserve attention.
He stood alone in the bustling crowd.
A mocking smile touched his lips.
But his gaze remained locked on the two figures.
Dark fire burned in his eyes.
His knuckles turned white from clenching.
Did she think changing her outfit, altering her voice, and wearing a mask would make him fail to recognize her?
Ridiculous.
Others might be fooled.
But not him.
Her essence had been carved into his bones.
Melted into his soul.
Even if she turned to ashes, he would recognize her at a glance.
This was fate.
Entangled until death.
When they met again in the square this afternoon, his calm heart had stirred once more.
Why was she here?
Was heaven not finished with them?
He couldn't find her anywhere back home, yet they easily met in a foreign country.
Liam sneered coldly.
His gaze fell upon the two chatting and laughing happily.
Look, without him, she could still climb to great heights.
Effortlessly.
Perhaps she truly had no heart.
A heart made of stone that could never be warmed.
But why did she get to be so happy?
As if the past meant nothing.
What did his pain and struggle mean in her eyes?
Liam retreated into the shadows under a tree.
Leaning against the trunk, his gaze sharp as ice blades.
The auction ended.
The ball began.
Vivian and the prince conversed happily.
The prince was arrogant yet amusing.
Like a boy who never grew up.
He made her laugh softly.
The mask hid her face.
But it couldn't conceal the light in her eyes.
A dull ache spread through Liam's chest.
He picked up a glass of wine and drained it in one gulp.
The alcohol burned his throat.
But it couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart.
Music flowed through the hall.
The prince extended his hand to her.
"A dance?"
Vivian nodded.
They glided onto the dance floor.
Her skirt swirled around her.
Liam's eyes darkened instantly.
He set down his glass and strode forward.