The moment she turned around, Beauty spotted Drake standing not far away, clad in a trench coat that carried the chill of the wind.
His black woolen beanie sat snugly on his head, hands casually tucked into his coat pockets, his expression unreadable.
"Drake, why did you take so long?
Sarah has already left."
Beauty's sharp cry drew the attention of those nearby, but she paid them no mind, her brows furrowed as she glared at Drake.
"Do you even have a heart?
Sarah walked away alone like that—doesn't it hurt you at all?"
"Lucas sent me to take you back.
You're pregnant—don't catch a cold."
Drake's voice was low, his gaze shifting from the security checkpoint ahead to Beauty's flushed, angry face, completely ignoring the other man beside her.
"I don't need you to pick me up.
Mr. Ryan can take me back."
Beauty refused to engage with him, letting out a cold huff, her heart aching for Sarah's undeserved pain.
