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

exuded an

go,” he said emotionlessly, opening

to murmur, “We really

on

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

leave, their

the woman leave

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

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

if this morning turned out how you

bar, they breathed in the fresh air.

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

second daughter-in-law

and his wife, living separate

flame rekindled, Nathan’s wife indifferent

Nathan’s face turned ashen.

the woman

she emphasized his silent

those bar patrons looked at him so

off to work sweetly with her ex, ignoring

Yulia, well played.

assistant pulled up in the car, and Nathan strode in, leaving the woman behind. Embarrassed but relieved,

watched him go.

first impulse had been to storm into Yulia’s office, but he soon reined himself in. Why

he be the one led by the

to

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

was on edge, and Nathan’s office was silent all

personal calls

plans with Yulia were rejected. “Anya’s waiting for me at

casual but with an

the matter. “Bring Anya with you

him as she unbuckled her seat

I’m really fond of

“Yeah.”

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

streetlamp outside the apartment complex cast a bright light, and moths fluttered

parking lot,

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

squinted to get a better look, but

her back with an unexpected kiss on

react, she suddenly tumbled out

but he was a step too late. Yulia’s

the car, her

opened his door and got

Nathan’s features became clear. His rugged good looks

wild, untamed air, laced with an innate aristocracy. His masculine

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