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.

seemed, could entertain the idea of anyone but

was utterly resistant when it came to

frustration like he'd never felt

forward, catching

before resuming her talk with

in

Linda book a

in her tracks, turning to

I'll head back to Silkwood City tomorrow. No need to worry

Hamilton frowned. "What things?"

got a meeting

when you're away, but as soon as you

just Ryan's

was a meeting; what

"Believe it or not, I

quickened her

Hamilton was on her heels

tomorrow.

finished, Ryan

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,

his face a mask of cool contempt. He let out

aren't you being a bit too

glanced back into the

be attentive to

drove off, leaving Hamilton in his wake, crushing his cigarette underfoot

Natalia. "Hamilton must

she responded without

noticed

proud man like Hamilton wouldn't keep coming back to her if he didn't regret

were never in

it now, he would likely forget her soon enough

a deep breath, pushing thoughts

something else on her

to force yourself to have dinner

didn't

probably

myself," Ryan said softly, looking her

your work, your life. It's not just for

at a loss

a moment, she managed a bitter

not good enough for

brow furrowed, his face cooling

laughed, meeting his suddenly stern gaze. Even his cold look had

my situation for you. If you don't mind it, we can

expression softened, but

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