Chapter 120

The music was soft, just like her skin, which glowed, smooth as satin.

Callum couldn’t take his eyes off Gracie as they danced; he touched her skin in subtle intervals, always trying to make it seem like an accident.

He realized that before the wedding, this was the behavior she expected from him—restrained and gentle, which wasn’t in his nature. However, he was doing very well, and the best part? Henry Taylor, the man who was trying to steal his future mate, couldn’t take his eyes off them. Callum imagined how hard it must be for him to see them so close.

Damian decided to provoke him even more and leaned in, planting a lingering kiss on her cheek.

Just as he had anticipated, Henry seemed to squirm within himself, anger blazing in his eyes, his jaw clenched.

Damian finally embraced her and guided his fiancée to a more secluded area, with Henry following them with his gaze, not even bothering to disguise it.

Gracie let herself be