With a furrowed brow, he snapped, “What’s up?”

The woman was perched on the couch, her phone in hand. “Your phone’s dead?”

Rising from his bed, Nathan looked around, prompted by her question. She pointed at the coffee table, then picked

up a black phone, standing to hand it over to him.

As Nathan took the phone and opened it, she pursed her lips and said, “I thought it was dead. You didn’t get a single

call or text all night.”

Without a word, Nathan glanced at the phone and tossed it aside, the screen going dark. The woman asked, “So

really no calls or messages last night?”

Nathan stood up, intending to find the bathroom. Upon hearing her words, he seemed particularly impatient. “What

are you trying to say?”d2

There was a moment of silence before she spoke, “The stuff from the bar last night went viral. I thought your wife

would’ve called to check in.”

Nathan froze, his hungover eyes darkening as he turned to her, his look menacing.

She recoiled two steps, her face stricken with fear. “Sorry.”

Nathan looked away, a sarcastic laugh escaping him after a moment’s thought. He stormed into the bathroom, and

the door slammed with a resounding thud.

He emerged from a quick shower, dressed in a bathrobe, and ignored the bewildered woman on the sofa. He

grabbed his phone and ordered clothes to be delivered.

While waiting for his clothes, Nathan ordered breakfast. He didn’t neglect the woman. They ate together.

She didn’t eat much, while Nathan ate like a man with a hearty appetite. She’d seen many people, men and

women, treat meals like a mere formality, barely nibbling, as if that was enough to last the day. Now, she had seen

what a real man’s appetite looked like.

But even this was nothing compared to Nathan’s usual intake. After a night of drinking on an empty stomach, he

was uncomfortable and headachy. Eating much was out of the question.

They ate in silence. When the clothes arrived, he tossed an outfit to the woman, gesturing for her to change in the

bathroom. She complied, puzzled, and when she returned, Nathan was transformed. Dressed in a crisp suit, his hair

he exuded an

said emotionlessly, opening the

him out, pausing to murmur, “We really don’t have to do

walked on

bar was quiet in the morning compared to the previous night’s

to leave, their

the woman leave together,

“What were you about to say?” he asked

bar last night. If

morning turned out how

the bar, they breathed in the fresh air. “What didn’t turn out as I wanted?”

so he turned to her, only to have

“Harper family’s second daughter-in-law

wife, living separate

rekindled, Nathan’s wife indifferent to

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

the woman

she emphasized

wonder those bar patrons looked at him

off to work sweetly

Yulia, well played.

up in the car, and Nathan strode

watched him go.

had been to storm into Yulia’s office, but he soon reined himself in.

be the one led by

rerouted to his

news buzzed online. Yulia and Ronald’s lunch further

unease. Everyone was on edge, and Nathan’s office was silent all

personal calls came

fell, Ronald’s dinner plans with Yulia were rejected. “Anya’s waiting for me

casual but with an undercurrent

matter. “Bring Anya with

unbuckled her seat belt. “We’ll see,”

really

“Yeah.”

turned to open the car door, but as she

cast a bright light, and moths fluttered in its

The parking lot,

of a car, arms crossed, seemingly watching their direction. Yulia felt a

squinted to get a better look, but before she could process the

back with an unexpected kiss on her forehead. Yulia’s body stiffened, her eyes blinked

she could react, she suddenly

too late. Yulia’s knee scraped the

her

this, Ronald immediately opened his door and

rounded the vehicle, Nathan’s features became clear. His rugged good looks and tall, imposing

air, laced with an innate aristocracy. His masculine

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