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

styled, he exuded an aristocratic

he said

heart racing, she followed him out, pausing to murmur,

on

compared to

leave,

Nathan and the woman leave together, their expressions were

amiss. “What were you about to say?” he asked her, eyes

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

morning turned out

they breathed in the fresh air. “What didn’t turn out as

he turned to her, only to

headlines blared: “Harper family’s second daughter-in-law

wife,

rekindled, Nathan’s wife

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

the woman pitied

she emphasized his

bar patrons looked at

Yulia truly left without a word, off to work sweetly with

Yulia, well played.

Nathan strode

watched him go.

but he

he be the one led by

to his

news buzzed online. Yulia and Ronald’s lunch further fanned the flames. The Harper

edge, and Nathan’s office was silent all day. Despite

personal calls came

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

her voice casual but with an undercurrent

didn’t press the matter. “Bring Anya

unbuckled her seat belt.

I’m really fond of

“Yeah.”

Yulia turned to open the car door, but as she did, her

light, and moths fluttered

lot, however,

car, arms crossed, seemingly watching their direction.

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

on her forehead. Yulia’s body stiffened, her eyes

and before she could react, she suddenly tumbled out of the

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

car, her

Ronald immediately opened his door and got out of

became clear. His rugged good

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

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