e words hit Ronald like a ton of bricks, and he fell silent, his gaze shifting to Yulia, filled with an intricate web of

emotions.

Yet Yulia simply couldn’t contain the smile that Nathan’s words brought to her lips, a mixture of shyness and quiet

joy that sent a chill through Ronald’s heart.

He had thought he could brush aside the fact that she had confessed her love for Nathan, assuming it was just a

convenient excuse to get rid of him. But now, even if he wanted to deny it, he couldn’t. It was just too self-

deceptive.

He knew that Yulia wasn’t the type to lie, and the look on her face now was undeniably genuine.

Nathan, no longer paying Ronald any attention, swung the car door open, ready to usher Yulia inside.

“Yulia!” Ronald called out again, and she turned to look at him, the smile instantly fading as she faced him, leaving

her expression cold and distant. “You sure about this? What about Anya? Have you told him about her? You’re just

going to trust him that easily? You’re not afraid of what might happen later?”d1

Yulia’s response was even chillier, “This is my business, and I’d appreciate it if you’d stop bringing up things that no

longer concern you.”

Disappointment filled Ronald’s face. “Do you even realize the consequences if something goes wrong? Can you

handle that?”

There was a brief silence before Yulia spoke again, “If I can’t handle it, then I’ll stick to him like glue. Wherever Anya

is, that’s where I’ll be.”

The comment stung Ronald as though he had been pricked by a needle. Was she implying that they had discussed

Anya’s situation the previous night? Did she really also disclose Anya’s background to Nathan?

In a bout of impatience, Nathan cut the conversation short, brusquely guiding Yulia into the passenger seat.

“Enough chit-chat with him.”

He slammed the door shut and walked over to Ronald, giving him a cold stare. “Get a grip, dude. Stop acting like

some love-struck puppy. You pushed her away yourself, and now you want her back? You think the world revolves

around you?”

Nathan chuckled at his own words and gave Ronald a once-over with a scoff.

his forehead bulged with veins. Nathan didn’t care. He

into the car, and drove off with Yulia, who had

a good sport today. I’ll make sure to

sweet, but I was just

too cute not to be taken

excuse to play the rogue. Besides, that’s not a valid reason. I

‘reward,’ thank you.”

Yulia felt a tremor inside. She

and was probably scheming

her office building, Nathan wrapped her in his arms for

for me to pick you

and Nathan were the talk of the town at the moment. They were well aware of

of affection was sure

Some criticized Yulia for lacking principles, willing to forgive

the status of Mrs. Harper. Others surmised that if the couple

bar escapades were

frenzy, Nathan

the company,

speculating about the true and false of their relationship.

no different from

and he had done twice the work with half the effort.

tomorrow’s, before the end of his

picked up his phone

was quickly connected, and he straightened up from his chair and picked

you to do?”

on the phone could be heard faintly. “Not yet…

things from

the pen on the table, and leaned back into his chair. “Hurry

instead of getting me to investigate all this, why not just take the

That wouldn’t be wrong…”

I asked you to do and

looking

make a big fuss? Besides, Ronald was so sure that it

do a paternity test now and it turned out not to be his, he

would be like

of him, Nathan couldn’t figure out any point of

of Anya’s parentage continued to haunt him. If he had to pinpoint

in Brookside. The timing

it be Yulia? He remembered distinctly, that

It just didn’t add

head in irritation, his good mood for the day was

up, his face set in a grim line as he strode out of the

straight to Yulia’s workplace, timing it perfectly with

still catching her breath as she asked

just brewed some coffee, was gearing

means you get to cut

set an example

so dim they need me to model clocking in

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