Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

In the conference room, Nicholas stood by the window. He had one hand in his pocket while his long legs were crossed casually. He showed no sign of discomfort, although he was in unfamiliar territory. He was just standing there silently. His mere silhouette carried the weight of authority.

Anyone who didn't know his recent turmoil would never connect this composed figure with the man who had been standing on the edge of a rooftop just days ago, on the verge of breaking down. Just thinking about that moment made me feel like I was falling apart, so much so that I let out a self-mockery laugh.

I wasn't sure if I was breaking down because I had been the straw that broke him, or because I was actually feeling pity for him and blaming myself for it.

Douglas opened the door to the conference room. Nicholas turned just in time to catch the mocking smile on my lips.

He glanced over at Claudia, who was sitting at the conference table. His expression darkened, but he didn't say a word to me. Claudia, however, couldn't hide her smugness from the moment I walked in.

"Ariana, Nick said he's here for business. But I couldn't let him come alone, so I tagged along. You don't mind, do you?"

I answered with a slight nod as I sat down. In a place where no one could see, my hands clenched the file tightly.

Nicholas clenched his teeth, his already gaunt face tightening further. His bloodshot eyes desperately sought any emotion on my face, but he found nothing.

He wasn't confident anymore. He knew full well that I never thought about him, although we hadn't seen each other in the past few days. Despite how close we came to never seeing each other again, it didn't change a thing.

to make sure he was in my thoughts. But now? Did

gaze, he stared at the table and muttered coldly, "Let's

I could stop myself, I asked, "Are you okay? Does being here make

Nicholas heard those words, his eyes reddened even more.

care if he was okay? If I truly cared, why would

matter what happened now, could it be worse

many questions. But the second our eyes

as cold as

foolish enough to

for genuine care. Besides, we weren't

he expect anything more from

don't know what Ariana

her tongue and clung to Nicholas's

glanced at their intertwined bodies, steadying my mind. "What I need to say isn't

directed my question to Nicholas. When it came to him, I couldn't afford to be

his