Chapter 929

Jason’s POV

I clenched my jaw, my fingers tightening around the drink in my hand as I watched them.

Layla.

The same Layla who had looked at me shyly just minutes ago and told me she could not dance. 

The same Layla who had refused my request, making me believe she was too shy, too inexperienced.

Yet here she was.

Moving with effortless grace.

Dancing like she was made for it.

And not just with anyone… but with him.

The stranger.

The man who had walked up to our table, his presence commanding, his confidence unnerving. 

I had not liked him from the moment he appeared, but I had not been able to figure out why. Maybe it was the way his eyes lingered on Layla. 

Or maybe it was the way Layla looked at him, like she was searching for something she could not quite place.

And now, here they were.

Dancing in the middle of the ballroom like they were the only two people in the