After the doctor left, Luke stayed seated, his face as dark as ever.Dexie was quiet now, slumped in his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest. Her lips moved faintly, whispering something, but no sound escaped.Without another word, Luke stood up, holding her close.“I’m taking her back,” he said flatly.Simon raised an eyebrow, mildly amused. “Didn’t you come here to drink with me?”Luke’s grip around Dexie tightened just slightly. “Another time.”He turned to leave, but Marilyn’s voice stopped him in his tracks.“Where exactly are you taking Dexie?” she asked, her tone lazy but laced with warning. “You don’t even have a proper reason. You know, dragging a woman around without permission… that’s called stalking.”Luke froze, his expression unreadable. He took a slow breath to steady himself.“Marilyn,” he said calmly, though his voice carried an edge, “Dexie Hansley is my wife.”His tone made it clear—whether Marilyn liked it or not, he thought he had every right.Marilyn’s eyes
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