Chapter 2The Billionaires Dead Fiancée Is Back

I drove myself to the funeral the next morning.

The moment I opened the car door, I spotted a pair of men’s boxers on the passenger seat, noticeably soiled with a white residue.

This car had only been driven by Blair when she took Finn home the night before.

I was already running late. I quickly swapped cars and headed to the ceremony.

The guests were beginning to arrive when Blair and Finn finally sauntered in, noticeably late.

“Finn wasn’t feeling well this morning,” Blair announced coolly. “We had a bit of a slow start.”

“Take a seat,” I replied, keeping my eyes lowered.

The room was warm, and Finn eventually slipped off his designer trench coat.

In an instant, he became the focal point of every whispering glance.

He was wearing a blazing crimson shirt.

Finn shrank back, sensing the sudden scrutiny, and hid behind Blair.

“What is it? Why are they all looking at me?” he whispered, clutching her sleeve.

Blair stroked his hair, sheltering him and offering soft words of comfort.

My temper, usually iron-clad, finally snapped.

I fixed him with an icy stare. “You will either take that garment off immediately, or you will get out.”

“Wearing bright red at my father’s funeral? Mr. Delaney, your manners are impeccable.”

The guests around us held their breath.

Finn’s eyes went instantly red, as if he had suffered the ultimate offense. He bit his lower lip.

“Fine! I’ll go!”

He bolted, grabbing his coat, which had been tossed over a chair, and running out the door.

Blair glared at me, her face dark with fury, and chased after him.

I shut my eyes tightly, taking several deep breaths.

“My apologies. Please, continue,” I said, and everyone quickly returned to their seats, pretending the scene had never happened.

I sank into my chair, drained. I could already picture the scathing gossip that would follow this event. A sharp ache rose in my nose and throat. If only she were here.

Blair returned after the ceremony ended, her clothes slightly rumpled.

She marched over to me, her brow furrowed in anger.

“Did you really have to humiliate Finn in front of all those people over something so petty?”

“He’s just a kid; he doesn’t understand those rules. Why punish him?”

“Was this about me going to his place to comfort him the other day? That was days ago, why are you still so insecure?”

Her relentless accusations made me laugh, a dry, bitter sound.

Ordinarily, I would have swallowed my anger, but not today.

“It was my father’s funeral,” I countered, the sarcasm heavy. “Who, exactly, was trying to stir up trouble?”

She flinched, avoiding my gaze.

After a long pause, she offered a condescending compromise.

“Fine, I’ll talk to him later. But he is still not your place to discipline.”

“Finn fell when he ran out earlier. He needs a check-up. You own a hospital—get them to prepare the best suite immediately. A full battery of tests. Do that, and we can put this behind us.”

I refused without hesitation. “Absolutely not.”

I agreed to clean up her messes, but I wouldn't fund her lover’s medical care.

“You are becoming increasingly impossible,” Blair spat. She ripped the white mourning corsage from her lapel, threw it on the ground, and stormed out.

I arrived home that night to find Finn seated at my place at the dining table.

In front of him was the signature wellness smoothies my housekeeper, Mrs. Wong, always prepared for me after stressful days.

Finn looked up, a triumphant smirk touching his lips.

“Locke’s home? Blair said Mrs. Wong’s smoothies is the most nourishing, so I’m having some to help me recover.” He gestured to the glass. “You should have a glass, too.”

I barely spared him a glance, walking past the table.

Blair rushed to intercept me, looping her arm through mine, her tone unusually soft.

“I thought it over. You don’t want to give up the hospital suite? Fine. Our house doctor can handle it, and Finn can stay here. It’s the same thing.”

“He likes the sunniest master suite—the one that’s yours now. Give it to him. He needs a nice, bright room to recover in and keep his spirits up.”

Blair was utterly certain I would agree. After all these years, I had spoiled her beyond measure. She asked, and I gave. Whether it was an impossible reservation or a million-dollar hypercar, I never blinked.