Chapter 29

Gavin's pupils contracted sharply, his expression growing terrifyingly cold. I was still reeling from the shock, unable to comprehend how things had escalated so quickly. "Tom, I'm warning you, some jokes aren't to be made." His gaze was fixed on Tom, cold and piercing. Tom chuckled lightly, then reached up to ruffle my hair. "You go inside first. I'll talk to him." I looked up at him, confused, not knowing what he intended to do. But my hesitation was misinterpreted. He smiled and winked, tightening his arm around my shoulder. "Be good. Don't worry. He can't beat me." I remained silent. The intimacy in his words and gestures felt like thunder in my ears. I was stunned, and even more so, I could see Gavin visibly shaking with rage. His hand at his side clenched into a fist, the veins in his arm bulging beneath his shirt. The two of them locked eyes with sparks flying between them. It was then that I finally understood Tom's plan. He had said he had a way. But I never imag