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."

I care to know. The only

the glass I had set down for Nicholas, pouring out

he moved. His large hand covered mine, gripping it tightly. The next second, my body was pulled uncontrollably into his

but graceful. When I lifted my head to glare at him, I found myself staring into a pair of cold,

we had fallen into an icy pit. The chill crept up from where he held

agreement from his jacket. "Take a

after he finished. The thin papers fluttered to the ground, landing near his

The polite smile I had been forcing nearly shattered. Why did every encounter with

to a word

the corner of the document, leaving a dull mark on the paper. He stood up and

he stopped abruptly and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. He looked down at me with a smile, his thumb deliberately brushing

slap him, but he

"Don't touch me!"