Being Dumped by My EX, I Marriied His Older Brother-Chapter 80: 18 Years Old, Endless Energy

Nina Thorne froze, her lips parted, but no words came out.

’This is social suicide.’

’Why did I have to run into him here?’

Just then, Macy Lynch stumbled, nearly falling. A glass on the table was knocked to the floor, shattering into pieces.

"Careful."

Hearing the crash, Nina Thorne quickly steadied her. Only after Macy was stable did Nina look at Justin Kane. "If I said this was a misunderstanding, would you believe me?"

"Honey, let’s pick him. Number Eighteen..."

Macy Lynch’s face was flushed from the alcohol, her hand pointing randomly in one direction.

It seemed she had been trying to point at the male model from before, but this time her finger landed on Justin Kane. "Eighteen is great! It’s a lucky number. Eighteen years old, eighteen..."

Macy Lynch held her hands apart, gesturing a length.

’She’s completely plastered.’

Nina Thorne quickly pushed her hands down, gritting her teeth. "Macy Lynch, how much did you drink?"

Seth Lawson burst out laughing. "Nina, you call this a misunderstanding?"

Justin Kane’s brows furrowed so deeply you could have squashed a fly between them. A dark, oppressive aura emanated from his face.

Nina Thorne glanced at them, then back at Justin Kane, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "It... really is a misunderstanding."

She actually knew Seth Lawson and Shawn Sinclair.

She had seen them at Kane Family banquets before. They were Justin Kane’s friends, but she wasn’t close to them.

Back then, however, she had been clinging to Cole Kane and found Justin Kane’s perpetually cold expression unapproachable, so she had mostly avoided him.

Justin Kane shot a cold glance at the group of male models. "Get out."

The male models looked at each other, nonplussed.

Most were reluctant to leave. These were rich ladies! Just hiring one of them would cost at least 1,888, and that wasn’t even including the tip.

Number 18, the one Macy Lynch had singled out, gave Nina Thorne a woeful look. "Miss, are you sure you don’t want to pick me?"

"I’m eighteen. Really, eighteen."

The words were far too suggestive.

’He wants me dead, too,’ Nina Thorne thought.

She didn’t dare meet Justin Kane’s gaze. She could almost imagine how murderous his eyes were right now.

To show her loyalty, Nina Thorne said sternly, "I never said I was picking anyone. You can go now."

Number 18, with his handsome face, shot her a flirtatious wink. "But the young lady next to you said she wanted to pick me so you could touch my abs."

As he spoke, he even ran a hand over his abs, his eyes full of seductive temptation.

Seth Lawson secretly glanced at Shawn Sinclair, pressing his lips together tightly to hold back his laughter.

’This guy is practically begging for a death wish.’

Shawn Sinclair threw him a mild glance, raising an eyebrow slightly as if to say, ’Control yourself.’

And just as expected...

Justin Kane’s face darkened as he glared at the male model, his eyes sharp and intimidating. He let out a cold snort. "Eighteen? Abs?"

The model was intimidated by his powerful presence and a little scared, but he didn’t want to give up the chance to make money.

He looked at Nina Thorne again, his gaze pitiful and forlorn, like a little puppy begging to be taken home.

The music in the club was deafening, but it couldn’t drown out the grim atmosphere at their table.

Nina Thorne’s heart inexplicably sped up. She didn’t know what to do.

Before, her heart would race because Justin Kane was flirting with her. Now, it was out of fear.

Just as she was wondering how to handle the situation, Macy Lynch, with her drunken eyes, giggled at the male model.

"That’s right, I’m picking you. Come here and take good care of this young lady. She’s such an innocent little thing—was in a relationship for years and still has her first kiss."

"..." Nina Thorne felt like she could die.

Seth Lawson and Shawn Sinclair, however, looked at Nina Thorne in surprise, then glanced at Justin Kane.

’This girl was with Cole Kane for five years and she still has her first kiss?’

For a man, not being able to bring himself to touch a woman meant one of two things: either he cherished her too much, or...

He didn’t like her.

Nina Thorne quickly covered Macy Lynch’s mouth, wanting to get on her knees and beg her to be quiet. "Macy Lynch, please stop talking."

Macy Lynch was so drunk she could barely keep her eyes open. She leaned her whole body against Nina, completely exhausted.

Nina Thorne struggled to support her. With her slender arms and legs, she was nearly crushed under Macy’s weight and could barely stand.

Justin Kane’s brow twitched. His deep eyes betrayed no emotion. "If you don’t get out now, none of you will work here again."

This was directed at the group of male models.

The models could tell from his aura that he was not someone to be trifled with. Though reluctant, they pulled each other away and left.

Number 18 looked back every three steps, leaving with tears in his eyes.

’What a shame.’

’A young, rich lady is a rare find!’

’And the key thing was, I heard the drunk one say she still has her first kiss. If she’d picked me, it’s hard to say who would’ve been getting the better deal.’

Once the male models were gone, the world became quiet.

Justin Kane glanced at Macy Lynch, then yanked her from Nina Thorne’s grasp and pushed her toward Seth Lawson.

"You take her home."

Justin Kane’s voice was cold and left no room for argument.

Nina Thorne opened her mouth worriedly. "I’ll take..."

Before she could finish, Justin Kane cut her off coolly. "Don’t worry. Your boss can take care of her."

"After all, he’s not eighteen. Your friend probably wouldn’t be interested."

His words were like poison, wounding several people at once.

Nina Thorne was speechless.

Seth Lawson, supporting Macy Lynch, heard that and retorted, "Hey, Kane, what’s that supposed to mean? I’m not eighteen! But I’m not... short on advantages."

Shawn Sinclair chuckled. "Alright, that’s enough nonsense. Just take her home."

Justin Kane then asked Nina Thorne for Macy Lynch’s address and sent it to Seth Lawson via WeChat.

Before leaving, Seth Lawson winked at Nina Thorne. "Nina, Kane’s a real catch."

Instantly, Nina Thorne’s face turned beet red, like a tomato ripened in a second. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Seth Lawson left with Macy Lynch. Shawn Sinclair said goodbye to Justin Kane, then smiled at Nina Thorne. "See you around, little lady."

Shawn Sinclair wore gold-rimmed glasses and seemed more mature and refined than Seth Lawson. He also lacked Justin Kane’s sharp, imposing aura; his whole demeanor was gentle and scholarly.

Nina Thorne forced a smile. "Goodbye."

Once everyone else was gone, Justin Kane’s gaze fell upon her. "Home."

Standing before him, Nina Thorne had to look up to meet his eyes. She obediently hummed in agreement and stammered, "Okay, home."

They left the bar and got into the car. The atmosphere inside the vehicle was heavy the entire way.

Nina Thorne was on pins and needles, trying to figure out how to explain herself.

She still hadn’t come up with anything by the time they arrived back at the villa.

Back in the foyer, seeing his tall figure heading straight for the second floor, Nina Thorne quickly spoke up.

"Are you angry?"

Justin Kane had just set foot on the first step when he turned to look at her. "Shouldn’t I be?"

The soft, dim motion-sensor light on the staircase cast shadows on his face, making his well-defined features appear even more profound.

Although she couldn’t see the look in his eyes, the pressure in the air around him was low.

Nina Thorne thought about it and felt that she had gone too far tonight.

She took a step forward and apologized sincerely. "Tonight was my fault. I’ll make sure it never happens again."

Justin Kane raised an eyebrow, staring at her for a few seconds before turning to continue up the stairs.

Nina Thorne froze.

She couldn’t tell if he was still angry or had calmed down, so she hurriedly followed him upstairs.

Back in the bedroom, Justin Kane had already taken off his suit jacket. With his back to Nina Thorne, he reached up to loosen his tie.

A white shirt and black trousers are a man’s best accessory. They highlighted his incredible proportions, instantly putting tonight’s so-called male models to shame.

There was simply no comparison.

’There’s no comparison at all,’ Nina Thorne thought, lost in a daze.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from above her. "Still thinking about Number Eighteen’s abs?"

Nina Thorne jerked her head up. "No."

When she focused her eyes, she saw that Justin Kane had already unbuttoned his shirt completely, revealing his well-defined upper body.

The light glinted off his sharp, defined V-lines, giving him an ascetic air.

Nina Thorne’s breath hitched, her face instantly flushing as her heart began to race.

’His body is incredible.’

Compared to him, Number 18 paled in comparison.

Nina Thorne swallowed unconsciously, pulling at her lips nervously. "It was just Macy Lynch... She’s heartbroken and drank too much. We were just messing around..."

"Hm? Messing around?"

Justin Kane moved closer, his voice low and somewhat hoarse. "Was it my failure as a husband that made you so lonely you had to go out looking for fun?"

’How am I just making things worse?’

Nina Thorne looked up at him, her flushed face full of indignation. "I didn’t! You’re accusing me unfairly."

"No matter how good Number Eighteen’s abs looked, I didn’t touch them."

"You sound rather regretful."

Justin Kane narrowed his deep eyes, grabbing Nina Thorne’s wrist and placing her hand on his abdomen. "Don’t you like abs? Touch them. It’s free."

"..."

Her slender fingers were pressed against his firm muscles. The pads of her fingers tingled at the contact, and she squeezed them almost unconsciously.

’So hard, yet springy.’

’It feels amazing.’

Nina Thorne squeezed again, completely oblivious to the sharp, intense look in Justin Kane’s eyes. "My dear wife, if you’re looking for ’experience,’ why would you ignore your legal husband and go looking for male models?"

"What’s so great about them?"

His words reeked of jealousy to Nina Thorne.

Her mind went blank for a moment, and she just parroted what Macy Lynch had said. "They’re young. They have endless energy."

"Nina Thorne!"

Justin Kane’s voice was heavy. His dark face lowered as he gripped her chin, his voice raspy. "You seem quite experienced."

Nina Thorne’s mind went blank. ’I want to die.’

’It’s all Macy Lynch’s fault.’

’She’s always telling me these things, so now my head is filled with all this inappropriate stuff.’

Nina Thorne bit the inside of her lip and said weakly, "If I said I have no experience, would you believe me?"

Justin Kane let out a low, cold snort. His dark eyes held a chilling light that seemed to wrap around her.

She didn’t even dare to lift her head, her eyelids lowered, her entire posture meek and submissive.

"If I hadn’t been there tonight, were you planning on testing just how much ’energy’ an eighteen-year-old has?"

Justin Kane’s chest heaved, his voice low, his eyes reflecting extreme restraint.

Though he was filled with rage, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything too harsh.

Nina Thorne could understand his feelings as a man who had almost been cuckolded.

She looked up at him, cautiously and earnestly. "Don’t be angry anymore. As for all that ’energy’ stuff, I don’t know anything about it."

’I’ve never tried it, after all.’

Nina Thorne didn’t notice the dark emotions swirling in his eyes. Thinking about their marriage, which had come about by a strange twist of fate, she lowered her gaze.

"If you can’t accept what happened tonight, I can cooperate with a divorce."

After all, their marriage was just an impulsive union to begin with.

Justin Kane had thought she was a suitable marriage partner.

The alliance between their two families was beneficial, both publicly and privately.

And she had done it purely out of spite.

After getting married, she discovered that Justin Kane was gentle and responsible, almost too good to be true. She was genuinely afraid she would fall uncontrollably in love with him one day.

But for some reason, after saying those words just now, her heart felt incredibly heavy.

"Divorce?"

Justin Kane’s brow furrowed tightly. He gripped her cheeks, forcing her to look up. A flash of pain crossed his eyes, and a self-mocking smile touched his thin lips. "Even if we get a divorce, you should at least find out first if I’m any good in bed."

With that, he lowered his head, captured her rosy lips in a punishing bite, and carried her back to the bed.