After divorce ch 6

Chapter 6 I’ll Take All of You
As the doors swung open, a group of male models walked in, each tall, fair-skinned, and strikingly attractive. They lined up neatly in front of Catherine.
Laura grinned. “Cath, pick eight.”
In celebration of her newfound freedom, Catherine decided to indulge herself. “I’ll take all of you,” she declared.
Benedict began counting, his tone amused. “One, two, three … Eight! Our fairy went for all eight at once!”
Another wealthy heir chimed in, laughing. “Why waste money? If fairy just says the word, we’d all gladly serve her for free!”
The room erupted in laughter.
Ring!
At that moment, Reynold’s phone buzzed again with a notification. He glanced at the screen, curious about Catherine’s latest purchase.
Dear VVIP customer, your card ending in 0975 has been charged $75,000 at 1996 Bar for eight male models.
Reynold’s expression darkened. His eyes lingered on the words of eight male models, reading them twice. Then he raised his head and looked across the room, his gaze locking onto Catherine—the fairy responsible for this extravagant decision.
Reynold stayed silent.
Meanwhile, the eight male models surrounded Catherine, pouring drinks for her. One of them leaned in, his voice teasing. “Sis, let’s play a game.”
Laura clapped her hands in excitement. “Yes! Let’s play!”
In the first round, Catherine lost. A model handed her a drink, coaxing her with a playful smile. “Here, have a sip.”
She downed the glass, but the other models protested. “Why did you only drink his? What about ours? We want to feed you too!”
Catherine laughed, feeling flattered by the attention.
From across the room, Reynold’s sharp, narrowed eyes reflected a storm brewing within him. His finely chiseled features hardened into a cold, menacing expression. Without another word, he stood and headed toward the exit.
Benedict blinked, startled. “Reynold, where are you going?”
Before anyone could react, a strong hand reached through the crowd and grabbed Catherine by the wrist. She barely had time to process what was happening before she was yanked off the sofa like a rag doll.
Stunned, Catherine looked up, only to see Reynold’s handsome, aristocratic face suddenly looming in her vision.
“Reynold? Let me go!” she demanded, struggling to free her wrist from his iron grip.
Ignoring her protests, Reynold’s expression grew colder as he dragged her toward the exit.
Laura sprang to her feet. “Reynold, what are you doing? Let go of Cath!”
The stunned crowd of heirs and models exchanged bewildered looks, their disbelief evident. “Cath?”
“Wait, this fairy is Catherine?”
“Is this the same Catherine we know?”
“Wow … Turns out Catherine is stunning!”
Benedict stared at the scene, frozen in shock. Watching Catherine’s cool, breathtaking figure being pulled away, he muttered under his breath, “D*mn! The Catherine who’s no longer with Reynold has transformed into a fairy!”
…
Reynold didn’t stop. His powerful, calloused grip on Catherine’s wrist was unrelenting, much like the domineering man himself. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t break free.
His strides were long and forceful, forcing Catherine to stumble as she tried to keep up. “Reynold, let go of me!”
Abruptly, Reynold flung her away. Catherine’s back hit the cold, unyielding wall with a dull thud. Before she could regain her footing, Reynold’s tall, imposing figure closed in on her, pinning her in place.
His fierce gaze burned into hers. “Catherine, are you acting like I’m dead by coming out to play like this?”
Catherine frowned. “What are you talking about? I’m not ‘playing.'”
Reynold’s teeth clenched. “Who told you to dress like this? Do you think it’s appropriate?”
What? Appropriate?
“Reynold, be clear. What do you mean by that?”
His eyes darted downward, lingering on her short dress. “Your skirt barely covers anything. Are you hoping everyone stares at your legs?”
Catherine glanced at her dress, which admittedly was on the shorter side—it was Laura’s pick, after all. Laura had said, “Cath, you don’t even need to show skin to overshadow Evelyn. Tonight, let’s show them who owns the best legs in Havendor.”
Arching a delicate brow, Catherine smirked. “So, you were looking at my legs, weren’t you?”
Reynold froze.
Leaning lazily against the wall, Catherine exuded a sultry, effortless allure. Slowly, she lifted her right leg, her crystal-high heel grazing his ankle.
Reynold’s black slacks clung to his muscular legs, exuding a quiet sophistication and restraint. Her soft, fair foot slid upward, teasing along his calf in a deliberately provocative motion.
It was both a seduction and a challenge.
Reynold’s voice dropped, cold and sharp. “What are you doing?”
Catherine’s red lips curved into a playful smile. “Mr. Parker, tell me—whose legs do you prefer? Mine or Evelyn’s?”
Reynold stared at her. Her delicate beauty was heightened by the small widow’s peak on her forehead, accentuating her features with an otherworldly charm. She was breathtaking, bold, and dangerously captivating.
Last night, he had caught a glimpse of her true face beneath those plain black-rimmed glasses. He hadn’t expected her to be this stunning.
And yet, a flicker of familiarity tugged at his mind. He had seen this face somewhere before.