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

an aristocratic charm,

said emotionlessly,

to murmur, “We

on without

in the morning compared to the previous night’s revelry.

leave, their spirits

the woman leave together,

amiss. “What were you about

bar last night.

this morning turned out

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

reply, so he turned to her, only to have her phone thrust

daughter-in-law leaves with ex, both head

and his wife, living

Nathan’s wife

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

the woman pitied

wonder she emphasized

bar patrons looked at him

word, off to work sweetly with

Yulia, well played.

the car, and Nathan strode in, leaving the woman

watched him go.

Yulia’s office, but he soon reined himself

he be the one

rerouted to his

lunch further fanned the flames.

thick with unease. Everyone was on edge, and Nathan’s office was

personal calls

were rejected. “Anya’s waiting for

voice casual but with an undercurrent of

the matter. “Bring Anya with you this

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

I’m really

“Yeah.”

to open the car door, but as she did,

bright light, and moths fluttered in its halo on the edge

The parking lot, however,

car, arms crossed, seemingly watching their

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

with an unexpected kiss on her forehead.

react, she

a step too late. Yulia’s

the car, her posture

Ronald immediately opened his door and got

became clear. His rugged good looks

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

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