[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant) Chapter 5: Playing With Fire

I spend the rest of the day in my room, paralyzed by indecision.

Go to Eclipse Bar, don’t go to Eclipse Bar.

Face him, hide from him.

Every ti I close my eyes, I see those cold gray eyes staring at from the laptop screen, every ti I try to think, I hear that commanding voice in my ear. *Don’t make co find you, oga.*

By eight PM, I’m pacing the small bedroom like a caged animal.

What does he want? What is he planning to do?

If he wanted to expose , he could have done it already, one word to my family, one hint to his grandmother, and the entire engagent would explode. Our family’s reputation would be destroyed, the partnership would collapse.

But he hasn’t.

Instead, he wants to et alone, at the sa bar where this whole ss started.

Why?

My phone sits on the desk, that cracked screen mocking . The ssages are still there, the watch, the command, the threat wrapped in silk.

I could not go.

I could stay here, lock my door, pretend I never got the ssages.

But then what? He said it himself. *Don’t make co find you.*

And sohow, I know he would.

At 8:30, I’m standing in front of my closet, staring at clothes that aren’t really mine.

’Wear sothing nice’, my brain supplies, even though he never said that, even though this isn’t a date, it’s an interrogation. Maybe worse.

I pull on black jeans and a dark blue silk shirt that the mories tell was expensive, a gift from Feifei for my birthday last year. I look at myself in the mirror.

The marks on my neck have faded slightly but are still visible, I button the shirt higher, but it doesn’t quite cover them.

Evidence.

I look tired, wrecked, scared.

I force my expression into sothing harder, detached, the face that Original Runze wore when he didn’t want anyone to see him hurting.

Better.

At 8:45, I slip out of the house. Mother is in her room with the door closed. Feifei is on a call with wedding planners, her voice floating down the hallway, excited and happy.

Guilt twists in my stomach.

I push it down and leave.

***

Eclipse Bar looks different at night.

Upscale, exclusive, the kind of place where people co to be seen or to hide, depending on what they’re paying for, the entrance is understated, just a red door with a small bronze plaque.

I stand outside for a long mont, heart pounding.

I could still leave.

But my feet carry forward, through the door, into the dim interior.

The bar is busy but not crowded. Low lighting, expensive liquor, beautiful people in expensive clothes, soft music plays underneath the murmur of conversation. Private booths line the walls, curtained off for discretion.

A hostess approaches, immaculate in black, her smile professional.

"Can I help you?"

"I’m... eting soone."

Her smile doesn’t change, but sothing flickers in her eyes. Recognition? Amusent?

"Na?"

"Li Runze."

"Ah. Mr. Wuchen is expecting you, this way, please."

She leads through the bar, past the main seating area, toward the private booths in the back, my stomach twists tighter with every step.

She stops at a booth with the curtain drawn, gestures politely.

"Enjoy your evening."

Then she’s gone, leaving standing there alone.

I take a breath, another, then I pull the curtain aside and step in.

Bael is already there.

He’s sitting on the curved leather booth, legs crossed, one arm draped casually along the back of the seat. He’s wearing a charcoal suit, no tie, the top button of his shirt undone, effortlessly elegant and dangerously beautiful.

Those cold gray eyes lock onto the mont I enter.

"Runze." His voice is smooth, pleasant even, like we’re old friends eting for drinks. "Sit."

It’s not a request.

I sit on the opposite side of the booth, keeping as much distance between us as the space allows.

A bottle of expensive whiskey sits on the table between us, two glasses already poured.

Bael picks up one glass, takes a slow sip, watching over the rim.

"You look nervous."

"I’m not."

"Liar." He sets the glass down with a soft click. "But I appreciate the effort."

I don’t reach for my drink, I don’t move.

"Why am I here?"

"You left sothing behind this morning." He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out the watch, sets it on the table between us. "I thought you might want it back."

I stare at the watch, expensive, masculine, definitely not mine.

"That’s not mine."

"No." His lips curve into sothing that’s not quite a smile. "It’s mine, but you were so eager to leave this morning, I thought perhaps you’d taken it as a... souvenir."

"I didn’t take anything."

"Hmm." He leans back, studying . "Then let’s talk about what you ’did’ take. My ti, my... attention, and now, apparently, my fiancee’s peace of mind."

My stomach drops.

"I don’t know what you an."

"You don’t?" He tilts his head slightly. "Last night was quite a performance, the heartbroken oga, drunk and reckless, throwing himself at the first alpha he could find. Very convincing."

"It wasn’t.." My voice cracks, I clear my throat, force it steadier. "It wasn’t a performance."

"No?" His voice goes cold. "Then explain to , Li Runze, how a heartbroken oga who supposedly had no idea who I was just happened to seduce three days before my engagent to his sister."

The accusation slams into like a truck of ice.

And I have no idea how to defend myself.