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.

could entertain the idea of

utterly resistant when

like he'd never felt before surged within

catching up with the

paused, giving him a glance before resuming her talk with

cut in without

a flight for this

her tracks,

to Silkwood

Hamilton frowned. "What things?"

got a meeting

skeptically. "Really? No meetings when you're away, but as soon as you hit Boria

just Ryan's ploy

there was a meeting;

waned. "Believe it or not, I

her pace,

was on

book for tomorrow. I'll go back

finished,

Fowler. You should head back." With that, Ryan opened the car door for Natalia, who

mask of

Holzer, aren't you being a

the

attentive to

off, leaving Hamilton in his wake, crushing his cigarette underfoot as if stamping out his

Natalia. "Hamilton must be regretting

responded without

noticed

coming back to her if he didn't regret

in short supply around

would likely forget her soon enough once someone new came

deep breath, pushing thoughts of

something else on her

yourself to have dinner with anyone on

tell he didn't enjoy these social

his background, he probably wasn't keen

Ryan said softly, looking her

of your work, your life.

at a loss for

moment, she managed a bitter

really not good enough for

Ryan's brow furrowed, his face cooling for the first

stern gaze. Even his cold look had an

If you don't mind it, we can talk about

expression softened, but the

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