LOVE IN PARIS: Married To My Brother-in-law-Chapter 94: Crushed To A Paste

Yvette tilted her head, bemused. "What are you talking about?"

"I don’t trust the way he looks at you. He’s git that looks, like a wolf sizing up it’s prey". Blair insisted.

Yvette rolled her eyes and lightly smacked the back of his head. "Don’t be ridiculous. He’s just being polite."

"You know I don’t like to take chances". Blair shrugged, rubbing the spot where she had hit him. "I’m protecting you, you know, for Zeke’s sake".

Yvette laughed softly. "You’re just being impossible"."

As their banter continued, Skye, donning a resplendent glittering silver gown approached.

She was tall and striking, beautiful and clearly intent on making her presence known, her beauty amplified by a sharp confidence.

"Blair, darling". She purred, ignoring Yvette completely as though she didn’t notice her presence. "I was hoping to run into you tonight and tada , here we are".

She grinned as she looped her arm through Blair’s and leaned in close, her tone dripping with seductive sweetness.

Blair’s smile tightened and he gently extricated himself. "Excuse me". He brushed off her hands from his with a neutral smile as he stepped away to stand by Yvette’s side and Yvette did all her best to stifle her laughter.

Skye, unwilling to concede leaned closer, resting a hand on his arm again. "I wanted to talk to you about the upcoming scene as we have both a lot of scene together I think we could really elevate the chemistry." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Blair subtly stepped back, removing her hand from his arm with a polite but firm gesture. "I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to discuss that during rehearsals."

Skye’s smile faltered, but she maintained her composure.

Blair however, turned back toward Yvette, clearly disinterested in further conversation.

As soon as the Skye walked away, Blair brushed off his sleeve where she had touched him, his lips twitching in distaste. "Eeew".

Yvette laughed at his expression and rraised an eyebrow. "Not a fan of... overzealous co-stars?"

"Not particularly". Blair admitted, his tone light. "I prefer professional boundaries."

Yvette snorted, crossing his arms. "You’re not exactly subtle, are you?"

Blair smiled, unbothered. "I find honesty works best in these situations."

Across the room in a quiet corner, another scene unfolded in a dimly lit corner.

A man in a conservative navy blue hoodie and sweatpants stood before Skye who was donning a resplendent glittering silver gown.

His face was etched with desperation, his voice low but urgent as he pleaded with her desperately.

"Skye please,". He pleaded. "I did it all for you. Everything I’ve done has been for us. Don’t do this to me, I don’t want us to break up"

Skye flickered her hair with a disainful flick of her fingers and laughed coldly. "For me? Don’t flatter yourself, Dylan. Everything you’ve done has been to prove yourself to the world. Don’t act like this was just all about me."

Dylan reached for her hand, but she pulled away sharply. "You can’t just leave me like this,". He said, his voice trembling with emotions. "I won’t let you."

"I did it all for you, you wanted me to make her feel embarrassed to face the world and I did just that and now that it back fired you want to break up with me . Do you know how many fans, jobs and opportunities I lost all because I want to fulfill your wish, I can’t even face the whole world without feeling ashamed and now you also want to leave me. I swear I’ll never let you go, at all cost".

Skye’s expression was cold, her arms crossed tightly across her chest as she stepped closer, her voice dripping to an icy whisper. "And what exactly do you think you can do to stop me , Dylan. You’re nothing without your father’s money and connection, everything you have, everything you’ve done and all you own is all because of your father, don’t pretend otherwise. You’re nothing but just a crushed paste if trash to me and now I’m cutting the strings, do your worse".

With that she turned to her heels and strode away, leaving behind the desperate Dylan who dares not follow her.

Dylan’s shoulders slumped as Skye a turned and walked away, leaving him alone in the corner. His jaw tightened, but he remained rooted to the spot, unable to follow her.

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The sound of heels clicking against marble echoed faintly in the quiet hallway as Leila emerged from the restroom.

She adjusted her fitted blouse and smoothed her skirt, her mind still half-preoccupied with the work meeting she had just attended before coming by and also by the face she’d seen earlier, it still left her in edges.

She was so surprised and at the same time shocked to see him and as she remembered the way she scurried away, she suddenly felt like a fool and flickered her forehead. "Jeez".

She pushed open the restroom door and stepped into the corridor, she had just taken a few steps only to slam into a firm chest.

"Ah!". Leila gasped as her head tilted up in shock, her hands instinctively reaching out to steady herself.

A low, familiar laugh followed. "Well, that was dramatic."

Her breath hitched. That voice. That unmistakable, velvety voice that she’d heard countless times in her head after their chance encounter or in her occasion daydream.

She froze, eyes wide as they met his. And then everything clicked, no wonder he was so breathtakingly handsome and yet awfully familiar. Tyrell Henderson. The Tyrell Henderson.

Award-winning actor, heartthrob of half the nation, and, most notably, her long-time crush ever since he’s helped her and her sister a long while ago.

He was casually handsome in a crisp white shirt rolled up at the elbows, black slacks, and a relaxed air that somehow made him even more magnetic in person and she remembered how heroic he seemed that day .

His deep brown eyes sparkled with amusement as he studied her frozen expression, casually hanging his suit jacket on his shoulder.

"Long time no see," He said with a small grin, hands casually tucked into his pockets.

Leila opened her mouth but couldn’t form a coherent response. Her brain had short-circuited, and her heart pounded in her ears like a drumbeat. " You’re Tyrell . . . Tyrell Henderson?"

His grin widened as he watched her closely. "The one and only."

"I—uh—" . Leila blinked rapidly. She was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that she had literally collided again with him and now he was standing there, talking to her like they were old friends.

"You look like you’ve seen a ghost, am I that scary". He teased, his laughter warm and infectious. "You alright?"

"Yes! I mean...yes. I’m fine," She stammered, finally finding her voice and composure, she couldn’t believe she had been crushed to a paste in his presence.

Her cheeks flushed furiously, and she smoothed her hair nervously. "I just wasn’t expecting to, um, run into you."

"Clearly." He chuckled again, the sound sending a strange flutter through her chest. "You’re Leila Thompson, right? We met at the school back then, remember."

Her eyes widened and she stuttered, he actually remembered that embarrassing moment. "You...you remember that?"

"Of course I do. " . He said with a wink as he ran his hands casually through his tousled hair and that small actions of his alone made her heart flutter and she immediately turned her face away. "I do remember you so well".

Leila face burned. That day was the most embarrassing moment in her life, being insulted by a bunch of spoilt kids and she had even tripped, the idea that he actually remembered that felt both mortifying and surreal.

She let out a nervous laugh. "I didn’t think you would recognize that, guess you have a photographic memory."

"I do." His gaze drifted over her briefly before narrowing slightly. "Are you cold?"

Leila blinked, lost and confused at his sudden offer. "Huh?"

He gestured to her shoulder and she glanced over, without realizing it, she had been rubbing her hands against her upper arms, a habitual gesture she habitually did when she was chilly or nervous and in the case when couldn’t tell if it was because she was nervous or because of the chills.

"Here". Tyrell said suddenly, shrugging off the lightweight jacket hanging idly on his shoulder and holding it out to her. "Take this."

Leila’s eyes widened as she instinctively took a step back, waving her hands dismissively as she refused. "Oh, no, no. I’m fine. Really. You don’t have to—"

"You’re obviously cold." He stepped closer, a teasing glint in his eyes as he held the jacket just before her, leaning in quietly. "It’s just a jacket, Leila. Not a marriage proposal."

"I know, but..." She hesitated, biting her lip as she glanced up at him to meet his mischevious grin that only madeher want to draw him nearer and peck him . "What if someone sees me wearing your jacket? People might misunderstand."