Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 159

Chapter 158

Hamilton had lost his appetite.

Hence, the dinner plans they had made just fell apart.

Mr. Bran had wanted to have dinner with Ryan, but it was clear Ryan wasn't playing ball, and that was that.

The trio left the office together, with Mr. Bran politely seeing them out.

Ryan and Natalia walked ahead, deep in conversation, about the opening ceremony of the international expo that evening.

Hamilton squinted at their retreating figures and, unable to help himself, lit up a cigarette.

The thick smoke did little to obscure the bitterness in his eyes.

Mr. Bran chuckled as he watched him. "I thought Ms. Jenkins was with you."

Hamilton snorted.

He used to think so, too.

He had always believed Natalia was his for the taking.

A tantrum, a temporary split, he figured it was just a flash of anger.

She would come back when she cooled down, he thought.

Until today, when he heard Ryan call her Nat.

It hit Hamilton then - Ryan wasn't like Ronin.

Sure, he had been mad at Natalia over Ronin before.

But deep down, he knew that playboy wasn't for her.

If he could see it, so could Natalia.

With Ronin, at best, it would end up as some sugar daddy arrangement.

A fling he could break if he pushed hard enough.

But Ryan was different.

He could tell Ryan was serious about Natalia.

The way he looked at her had a cautious tenderness that spoke of real intent.

And Natalia didn't seem to mind Ryan's attention.

Hamilton suddenly realized.

entertain the idea

utterly resistant when it came to

he'd never felt before

forward, catching up with the

before resuming her talk

in

had Linda book a flight for this

in her tracks, turning to

head back to Silkwood City tomorrow. No need to worry about

Hamilton frowned. "What things?"

a meeting

meetings when you're away, but as soon as

just Ryan's ploy

day, there was a meeting; what else did he

waned. "Believe it or not, I don't

that, she quickened her pace, putting distance between

Hamilton was on her

tomorrow. I'll go

he finished,

business empire to run, Mr. Fowler. You should

his face a mask of cool contempt.

you being

the

be attentive to a girl I

his wake, crushing his cigarette underfoot as if stamping out his

"Hamilton must be

she responded

noticed it,

wouldn't keep coming back to her if

in short supply

he would likely forget her soon enough once someone

breath, pushing

else

you don't have to force yourself to have dinner

tell he didn't enjoy these social

background, he probably wasn't keen on dealing with

myself," Ryan said

part of your work, your life. It's not just

was at a loss for

moment, she managed a bitter

not

brow furrowed, his face cooling

stern gaze. Even

my situation for you. If you don't mind it, we can talk about 'us.' Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll

expression softened, but the concern

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