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Dylan muttered under his breath, ‘Seriously? Is she his wife or something, and that he just called

her over?

‘He had said she was just a business partner. But now? Damn!‘

Curling his lip, Dylan decided to pretend he hadn’t seen anything. Honestly, he was getting more and more eager to see the day Alexei’s face got slapped hard.

Meanwhile, Natasha dropped Sadie off at her place, and had barely arrived back at her apartment when Alexei’s video call came through.

Alexei was wearing a black robe, his broad chest partly exposed. His black hair was slightly mussed, like he’d just been pulled out of bed, softening some of his usual cold sharpness.

“Isn’t it the middle of the night over there?” Natasha asked, puzzled.

Alexei was studying her through the camera. Since she’d been to a bar, Natasha was wearing a red, fitted mini dress.

The dress showed off her fair collarbones and long legs–slim yet with just the right curves, her waist small enough to fit one hand.

Now, when Natasha leaned in toward the phone, her features were magnified–blond hair, porcelain skin, arched brows, and red lips, like a little temptress straight out of a dream.

Alexei thought sourly, ‘How come she never dressed like this when I was around?‘

Alexei completely forgot that back then, they were basically homebodies and wouldn’t bother dressing up at home.

Of course, with her looks, Natasha could pull off both the bare–faced kind of beauty and the glamorous kind.

Alexei’s momentary distraction passed. He said, “Sit back a little. Let me see your arm.”

In the video Dylan had sent, Alexei saw a guy swing a bottle at her from behind, and Natasha blocked it for the woman next to her. After that, she’d lowered her head and clutched her arm.

Still confused, Natasha stepped back. ‘What’s with him, going crazy in the middle of the night?

‘Asking to see a girl’s arm like that–does he not realize how creepy that sounded?‘

But then Natasha glanced down at the scratch on her upper arm and suddenly understood. Her first instinct was to check her clothes and jewelry. “Did you put a tracker on me?”

‘Otherwise, how would he know I was hurt?‘ Natasha wondered.

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gave it some thought. “Not

X over her chest. “I refuse. Personal

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the show tonight,” Alexei said. “Some nosy person sent me a

at the cut. “I leave for one day and you

blaming the person who attacked me, thanks,” Natasha replied, looking innocent. “It’s not

at the bar, Alexei narrowed his eyes. ‘Letting Natasha drink with them–are

afar, Alexei flexed his fingers, resisting the

right,” Alexei said gently, his voice carrying a hint of coaxing that felt strangely intimate in the deep of night.

camera to hide her flushed face, Natasha

light and teasing,‘ Natasha

preview of what it’s like to be

reminded her. “Don’t press on

“I’ll take a shower and

need,” Alexei replied. “I’ve already called a doctor for

just wrap

to type a quick message to someone, then looked back at her. “She’s already there. Co open

while I was still at the bar, calculating the timing so the

found a pleasant–looking unfamiliar woman standing

up instead. With

inside.

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professional. She not only bandaged the cut on Natasha’s arm but

left some medicine and scar cream, along with neatly written instructions on sticky notes placed

video call on the whole time, watching over the

years, Natasha had been through all kinds of injuries–even the time her father whipped her into the hospital–yet she’d

minded. In fact, it felt kind of nice. Natasha mumbled into the phone, “Alexei,

win you over, then my job’s going to be a

Arabella heard Alexei’s surprisingly gentle voice through the phone, her arm gave the slightest twitch as she packed up the medical kit, suddenly speeding up her

why don’t you just crash here for the night?” Natasha asked when

and it didn’t feel safe

the middle of the night because of her–she was even in loungewear–so Natasha

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