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 charm, a

go,” he said

out, pausing to murmur,

walked on

bar was quiet in the morning compared to the previous night’s revelry. The patrons were

leave, their spirits

saw Nathan and the woman leave together, their expressions were oddly

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

she whispered back, “You made headlines at the bar last night. If it was all

if this morning turned out how

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

so he turned to her, only to have

second daughter-in-law

wife,

Nathan’s

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

the woman

emphasized

those bar patrons looked

off to work sweetly with her ex, ignoring the

Yulia, well played.

and Nathan strode in, leaving the woman behind.

watched him go.

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

the one led by

rerouted to his

lunch further fanned the flames. The Harper Group

and Nathan’s office was silent all day.

calls came

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

her voice casual but with an undercurrent

Anya with you this weekend,” he

unbuckled her seat belt.

really fond

“Yeah.”

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

bright light, and moths fluttered in its halo

parking lot, however, remained

car, arms crossed, seemingly watching

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

an unexpected kiss on her forehead. Yulia’s body stiffened,

could react, she suddenly tumbled

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

the car, her posture

Ronald immediately opened his door and got

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

laced with an innate aristocracy. His

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