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 had no idea what Nicholas was thinking, nor did I care to know.

set down for Nicholas, pouring out the water, hoping he'd get the

I touched the glass, he moved. His large hand covered mine, gripping

the couch, but my posture was anything but graceful. When I lifted my head

fallen 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

he pulled out a worn agreement from his jacket. "Take a good look at

he finished. The thin papers fluttered

had been forcing nearly shattered. Why did every encounter with him have to

listen to a

nudged the corner of the document, leaving a dull mark on the paper. He stood up and walked toward the door, kicking the papers under the couch as he

waist, pulling me

from where he touched me. I raised my hand to slap him, but he caught

"Don't touch me!"