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

he said

him out, pausing to murmur, “We really

walked on

in the morning compared to the previous

to leave, their spirits

saw Nathan and the woman leave together, their

amiss. “What were you about to

whispered back, “You made headlines at the bar last night. If it was all an act, you

if this morning turned

they breathed in the fresh air.

her, only to have her phone thrust in

second daughter-in-law leaves

and his wife,

Nathan’s

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

wonder the woman

she emphasized his

patrons looked at him

truly left without a word, off to work sweetly

Yulia, well played.

Nathan strode in, leaving

watched him go.

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

be the one led by

to

further fanned

and Nathan’s office was silent all day. Despite his

personal calls came

plans with Yulia were rejected. “Anya’s waiting for me at home. I’ll skip

voice casual but with an undercurrent of

“Bring Anya with you this weekend,”

as she unbuckled her seat belt. “We’ll see,” she replied

I’m really

“Yeah.”

to open the car door, but as she did, her movement

the apartment complex cast a bright light, and moths

lot, however,

leaned against the front of a car, arms crossed, seemingly

as she squinted to get a better look, but before she could process the sight, Ronald’s hand

unexpected kiss on her forehead. Yulia’s body

could react, she suddenly tumbled out of

but he was a step too late. Yulia’s knee scraped the

her posture awkward

opened his door and got out of

rounded the vehicle, Nathan’s features became clear.

wild, untamed air, laced with an innate aristocracy. His masculine presence was

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