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 charm, a rakish

he said emotionlessly, opening

him out, pausing to

walked on

quiet in the morning compared to

leave, their spirits

Nathan and the woman leave together, their expressions

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

bar last night. If

if this morning turned out how you

the bar, they breathed in the fresh air.

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

family’s second daughter-in-law leaves with ex, both head

and his wife, living

rekindled, Nathan’s wife indifferent

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

wonder the woman pitied

wonder she emphasized his silent

wonder those bar patrons looked at him so

a word, off to work sweetly with

Yulia, well played.

in the car, and Nathan strode in, leaving the woman behind. Embarrassed but

watched him go.

but he soon reined

one led

to his

lunch further fanned the flames. The Harper

atmosphere thick with unease. Everyone was on edge, and Nathan’s office was silent all day.

personal calls came

night fell, Ronald’s dinner plans with Yulia were rejected. “Anya’s waiting for me at home. I’ll skip

voice casual but

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

at him as she unbuckled her seat

really fond

“Yeah.”

open the car door, but as she

the apartment complex cast a bright light, and moths fluttered in its

The parking lot, however,

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

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

on her forehead. Yulia’s

could react, she suddenly tumbled out of

catch her, but he was a step too late. Yulia’s

car, her posture

door and

became clear. His rugged good looks and tall, imposing

wild, untamed air, laced with an

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