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

said emotionlessly,

racing, she followed him out, pausing to

on

quiet in the morning compared to the previous night’s revelry. The patrons were lethargic,

leave, their

saw Nathan and the woman leave together, their expressions

sensed something amiss. “What were you about to

at the bar last night. If it was all an act, you succeeded.

this morning turned out how you

the fresh air. “What

he turned to her, only to have her

headlines blared: “Harper family’s second daughter-in-law leaves with ex, both head to

and his wife,

Nathan’s wife indifferent

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

wonder the woman

she emphasized his silent

patrons looked at him

a word, off to

Yulia, well played.

up in the car, and Nathan strode in, leaving

watched him go.

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

be the one led by the

rerouted to

further fanned the flames. The Harper

and Nathan’s office was silent all day.

personal calls

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

her voice casual but with

press the matter. “Bring Anya with you this weekend,”

unbuckled her

I’m really fond

“Yeah.”

door,

the apartment complex cast a bright light,

parking lot, however,

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

squinted to get a better look, but before

on

could react, she suddenly tumbled out

step too late. Yulia’s knee

the car, her posture awkward and

opened his door and got

vehicle, Nathan’s features became clear. His rugged good

untamed air, laced with an innate aristocracy. His masculine

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