Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

"Is that so? If you're having trouble, Mr. Hawk, feel free to have a chat with my assistant. Given our past, I won't just ignore you."

I understood Nicholas's sarcastic tone perfectly. I lowered my voice and added, "Even if it's a 30-year case, I'm confident I can handle it."

He chuckled coldly and fell silent. I truly didn't hope for anything good for him.

A 30-year lawsuit would mean countless deaths tied to his name, assuming he had been killing continuously for three decades.

But Nicholas knew full well that I could do it. Everything I had now had nothing to do with him, and he couldn't accept that fact and just let it go.

He couldn't bring himself to wish me well, especially after how ugly their parting had been. My decisiveness had been brutal. Even now, I hadn't uttered a single "sorry" since we met again.

His heart felt as though two invisible hands were tearing it apart, pulling him in opposite directions-half agony, half relief. It twisted his face in the dark.

"You should leave now."

no idea what Nicholas was thinking, nor did I care to know. The only thing I

the glass I had set down for Nicholas, pouring out the water, hoping he'd get the hint

he moved. His large hand covered mine, gripping it tightly.

When I lifted my

into an icy pit. The chill crept up from where he held my wrist, freezing me like a hard stone. I didn't know how I should react.

could refuse, he pulled out a worn agreement from his

after he finished. The thin

polite smile I had been forcing nearly shattered. Why did every encounter with him have to be laced with humiliation? "I'm not

listen to a word I

dull mark on the paper. He

passed by, he stopped abruptly and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me

slap him, but he

"Don't touch me!"