Sensing Sarah's unease, Ryan tightened his grip on her hand.
He leaned down and murmured softly in her ear, "I'm here.
You're safe."
"Mmm."
His words acted like a sedative, soothing her restless heart.
Gradually, the tension in her chest eased, and she managed a faint smile before turning away to indulge in the buffet.
Meanwhile, Beauty and Lucas stood among the crowd, their expressions unreadable as they watched Drake and Samantha flaunt their affection.
A flicker of surprise crossed Lucas's eyes—clearly, even him hadn't expected Drake to pull such a stunt.
"Is Drake serious about this?
What about Sarah?"
Beauty frowned, her displeasure evident as she glared at the lovey-dovey pair on stage.
Her voice was icy when she spoke.
Lucas smirked thoughtfully.
"Grown-up matters aren't for kids to worry about.
Even I can't guess what's going through his head."
*Kids?*
She hadn't been a kid for three years now!
