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

he'd never felt

catching up with

a glance before resuming her talk with Ryan about the expo's

cut in without

Linda book a flight for

stopped in her tracks, turning to face

got things to do. I'll head back to Silkwood City tomorrow. No need to

Hamilton frowned. "What things?"

got a meeting

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

suspected this was just Ryan's

day, there was a meeting; what else did

patience waned. "Believe it

that, she quickened her

on her

tomorrow. I'll go back with

finished, Ryan

empire to run, Mr. Fowler. You

of cool contempt. He let out a

Holzer, aren't you being a bit

the car,

to be attentive to a girl

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

"Hamilton must be

responded

had noticed it,

keep coming

never in

likely forget her soon enough once someone new

breath,

had something else on her

to have

tell he didn't enjoy these social

probably

not forcing myself," Ryan said softly,

your life. It's not just for you; it's

a loss for

she managed

not

brow furrowed, his face cooling for the first

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

just want to lay out my situation for you. If you don't mind it, we can talk about 'us.'

expression softened, but the concern

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