Even when the event resumed, many guests couldn't help but glance at the Bennet and Zoren table. The Bennets and Zoren were mostly focused on the event, but occasionally, they would talk to each other, smiling or laughing at whatever was said at their table.
Dean stood still in the same spot where Atlas had left him. His eyes were fixed on a particular table where his uncle and the Bennets were seated.
'Penny…'His jaw tightened, his attention solely on her and a little on Zoren. 'I told her many times to stay out.'
But despite all his warnings, all Penny had done was the opposite.
Earlier, when Dean arrived, all the attention had been on him. But the moment Zoren stepped in, no one even cast him another look. Not that Dean cared much about the lack of attention he was receiving; he never cared whose attention he garnered, for it was all unnecessary and unwelcome. He didn't even care that others didn't pay him any mind at this event.
Dean didn't care about any of that.
