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

said emotionlessly, opening the

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

walked on

compared to the previous night’s revelry. The patrons were

leave, their spirits

the woman leave together, their expressions were oddly

about to say?” he asked

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

this morning turned out

the bar, they breathed in the fresh air. “What didn’t turn out as I wanted?” he

to her, only to have her phone thrust in his

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

and his wife, living separate

Nathan’s wife

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

the woman

emphasized his

wonder those bar patrons looked

to work

Yulia, well played.

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

watched him go.

Yulia’s office, but he soon

the one led by

rerouted to his

further fanned the flames. The

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

personal calls

Yulia were rejected. “Anya’s waiting for me at home. I’ll skip

her voice casual but with an undercurrent

didn’t press the matter. “Bring Anya with you

she unbuckled her seat belt. “We’ll

really fond of

“Yeah.”

turned to open the car door, but as

bright light, and moths fluttered in its halo

lot, however, remained

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

she squinted to get a better look, but before she

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

react, she

too late. Yulia’s

the car, her

door and got out of

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

laced with an innate aristocracy.

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