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

when it came to

never felt

catching up

a glance before resuming her talk with Ryan about the

cut in

had Linda book a flight for

in her tracks, turning to face

head back to Silkwood City tomorrow.

Hamilton frowned. "What things?"

a meeting

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

suspected this was just Ryan's ploy to

was a meeting;

"Believe it

she quickened her pace, putting

on her heels

for tomorrow. I'll

he finished,

for a business trip tomorrow, anyway. I can accompany Natalia. You've got a business empire to run, Mr. Fowler. You should head back." With that, Ryan opened the car door for Natalia, who slid in without a

face a mask of cool contempt. He let out a

being a bit

back into the car, his eyes

to be attentive to a girl

wake, crushing his

"Hamilton

she responded without

had noticed

keep coming back to her if he

in short

would likely forget her soon enough once someone new

a deep breath, pushing thoughts of him

something else on

don't have to force yourself to have dinner with anyone on my

he didn't enjoy these

background, he probably wasn't keen on

myself," Ryan said softly, looking her

I just want to be part of your work, your life. It's not just for

was at a loss

she

really not good enough for

face cooling for

his suddenly stern gaze. Even his cold look had an imposing

just want to lay out my situation for you. If you don't mind it,

expression softened, but

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