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.

could entertain the idea

when

like he'd never

catching

resuming her talk with Ryan about the expo's

cut in without

a flight for

stopped in her tracks, turning

back to Silkwood City tomorrow. No need

Hamilton frowned. "What things?"

a meeting

when you're away, but as soon as you hit Boria

Ryan's ploy to get

was a meeting; what else did

waned. "Believe it or not, I

her pace, putting distance between

was on

book for tomorrow. I'll

he finished,

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

face a mask of cool contempt.

being

the car, his eyes

it natural to be attentive to a

in his wake, crushing his cigarette underfoot as if stamping

Natalia. "Hamilton

she responded

noticed it,

like Hamilton wouldn't keep coming back

in short supply

he regretted it now, he would likely forget

took a deep breath, pushing thoughts of

else

to have dinner

tell he didn't enjoy these

his background, he probably

forcing myself," Ryan said softly, looking her

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

at a

she managed a bitter

not good

brow furrowed, his face cooling for the

gaze. Even his cold look had

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

expression softened, but the concern

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