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, opening the

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

walked on

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

to leave,

the woman leave

about to say?” he asked

last night.

morning turned

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

reply, so he turned to her, only to have

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 pitied

she emphasized his

bar patrons looked

without a word, off to work sweetly with her ex, ignoring

Yulia, well played.

pulled up in the car, and Nathan strode in, leaving

watched him go.

impulse had been to storm into Yulia’s office, but he soon

one led by the

rerouted to

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

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

personal calls came

night fell, Ronald’s dinner plans with Yulia were rejected.

casual but with an

“Bring Anya with

her seat belt. “We’ll see,”

I’m really fond

“Yeah.”

to open the car door, but as she

outside the apartment complex cast a bright light, and

The parking lot, however, remained

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

better look, but before she could process

pulling her back with an unexpected kiss on her forehead. Yulia’s

she suddenly tumbled

her, but he was a step too late. Yulia’s knee scraped the ground as she was yanked

her posture

his door and got

clear. His rugged good

laced with an

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