Chapter: 1627

“The cold won't last long.”

Juliet's words died in her throat. Stung by his reluctance, she pressed herself more firmly against him in quiet defiance.

Cliff's brow furrowed, and he was about to create some distance when Juliet suddenly halted, her attention caught by something ahead. A curious smile played across her lips. "Cliff, is that your cousin, or has the wine begun playing tricks on me?"

Cliff followed Juliet's gaze and looked over.

Laney stood at the glass door of the reception area, her face pale, staring vacantly.