Camden felt his pulse quicken with Kane's words.
The fact that Kane knew about his relationship with Maven made him feel like he was walking on a thin line. However, Kane had managed to momentarily make him forget about it with his past actions, so what Camden heard now sounded even more striking than it should have been.
Maven was smart enough to sense the implication in Kane's words, but at the same time, she was selfish enough not to care.
Instead of responding again, Maven looked at the wine in Kane's glass. She wondered if the bright red color of the wine was due to the drug she put in it. She knew that if this drug was taken in excess, it could poison or even kill a person. She preferred to add a little bit of it every day for a slow death.
After all, as agreed with Camden, they were going to slowly kill him.
As she put her hand on her cheek and took a deep breath, she looked at Camden standing beside her.
"Stop standing, please sit down,"
Maven said, grumbling. Camden, furrowing his eyebrows at Maven's audacious expression, turned to Kane.
Seeing the smile on Kane's face, who hadn't even taken off his suit inside the house and had tightly tied his black tie, Camden clenched his jaw and walked briskly to sit beside him.
After sitting down, small talk circulated around the table for a few minutes. However, the insincerity of every word hung in the air, felt even before they were uttered.
As if Camden wasn't under enough stress already, his head began to spin due to the competitive conversations between his girlfriend and his girlfriend's husband.
The music ringing in his ears and swirling in his mind intensified, causing the dizziness to be more intense than it should have been.
Camden tightly shut his eyes. When he opened them again, he noticed that the gazes of the other two were fixed on the same spot. Both of them had been staring at him for a while.
Realizing that Camden hadn't heard Maven's question, Kane spoke on her behalf.
"You don't look well. Didn't you like the food?"
Camden had been absentmindedly moving his fork around the food for a while. He was so distracted that he couldn't even understand what was in front of him. Therefore, feeling the need to put down his fork while the gazes of the other two were still on him.
"No, that's not the problem." said Camden, while looking at Maven.
Maven directed her attention towards him with a fake smile, indicating that she knew he was tense. Camden avoided her gaze.
"I'm sure Maven cooked a good meal," he said.
Camden, without realizing his mistake, reached for his glass when Maven smiled and responded, "Yes, I'm a good cook but-"
"Maven didn't cook them. You can thank our chef."
Camden, with Kane's words, withdrew the glass he was about to bring to his lips and, after staring at the man's emotionless face for a while, realized his earlier mistake and coughed.
"Well... I meant Miss Maven's... I mean... Excuse me. Your chef is quite talented."
Maven rubbed her forehead with her hand when she saw her boyfriend disrupt the atmosphere with those words. There was silence at the table for a while, and the repetitive music stopped right at that moment.
When the music stopped, Kane crossed one leg over the other and placed one hand on Camden's calf. Camden flinched slightly at Kane's sudden movement but tried not to show it. The muscles in his calf began to tense as Kane's slender fingers started to squeeze it.
"Let's move on to dessert." said Kane, while looking at the maid who was waiting for them at the other side of the table. When the maid met his stare, she nodded in agreement and went to the kitchen.
Maven finally felt relieved that the subject had changed, and she began to speak.
"You said you were working on the new project. How's it going? There is nothing wrong, right?"
Kane raised his eyebrows at Maven's question and smiled. Before answering, he squeezed Camden's calf and slid his hand between his thighs.
"It's going great. Even though more challenges lie ahead, challenges like these only excite me."
Camden tried not to pay attention to his leg, but after hearing Kane's carefully worded phrase, it was difficult to not look at.
He could understand that every word of his was a reference to Maven and her forbidden relationship with Camden, and the absurd situation he was in aggravated as Maven continued to speak without realizing it, while laughing.
When desserts were placed in front of them, Kane withdrew his hand from Camden's leg and reached for the fork. Camden relaxed with this move and took a deep breath. Then he immediately turned his gaze to Maven.
Ironically, despite being touched against his will, he was afraid of being caught by Maven.
When he suddenly remembered the dream he saw in the morning, he bit his lip and squirmed in place.
After enjoying the desserts in front of them for a while, Kane reached for his glass again. However, the back of his hand hit the glass, causing all the wine in the glass to spill between Camden's legs and groin.
Upon this sudden development, Camden got up from his chair and moved away from the table, while Maven jumped up from her seat and leaned forward as if she wanted to prevent the wine from spilling. But it was too late.
On the other hand, Kane smiled faintly at the chaos he had intentionally caused. "Ah."
"Oh my God..." Maven whispered in anguish.
Seeing Kane deliberately doing this, Camden looked at him furiously. Kane leaned back in his chair and glanced between Camden's wet legs.
Camden's erection was evident from the bulge in his pants, and he seemed to not have noticed it yet. Kane spread his legs apart and placed his hands on his knees. His eyes narrowed as he looked at him, but it wasn't because of his smile.
After gazing at his erected penis for a while, he shifted his gaze to Camden's eyes.