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

he exuded an aristocratic

said

him out, pausing to murmur, “We really

on without

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

leave, their

Nathan and the woman leave together, their expressions

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

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

sure if this morning turned out how

bar, they breathed in the fresh air. “What

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

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

and his wife, living separate

rekindled, Nathan’s wife indifferent

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

wonder the woman

she emphasized

patrons looked at him so

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

Yulia, well played.

strode

watched him go.

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

be the one led by the

to

further fanned the

and Nathan’s office was

calls came

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

but

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

her seat belt. “We’ll see,” she

really fond

“Yeah.”

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

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

lot,

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

her chest as she squinted to get a better look,

unexpected kiss on her

she could react, she suddenly tumbled

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

her posture awkward

opened his door and got

rounded the vehicle, Nathan’s features became clear. His rugged good looks and tall, imposing

an innate aristocracy. His masculine presence was

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