Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

"Nicholas, in the future, please only come to me when you genuinely need me to fulfill our agreement.

"I have a daughter, and she needs me more than anything, so don't joke around with me like you did today. My life will never revolve around you."

I randomly hailed a cab off the street. Nicholas didn't chase after me. Through the window, I watched as his figure quickly faded into the night as the car pulled away.

My palm, still red from the slap, trembled from the pain. Who knew slapping someone could hurt this much? But why couldn't I hold back? Why did I have to hit him? Before I returned home, I had already decided to act indifferent and pridefully make my appearance before everyone, including him.

In the dim light of the night, Nicholas pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. His eyes were filled with a mix of emotions.

Once again, I turned my back to him and walked away.

When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse with confusion. "Did I push her too hard?"

Beth stood a step behind him. She stared at her shoes silently, pretending to be invisible. No one could interfere in matters of the heart, and outsiders had no place to judge.

Besides, she was partly responsible for that slap Nicholas received. But somehow, it showed that I still cared. In a way, he didn't get slapped for nothing.

eyes were bloodshot, and his expression turned grim. "Tell them

turned and headed toward the car, but Beth called after him,

steps but didn't turn

the contracts you

her words, Nicholas turned around. His usually calm eyes were now cold

lowered her gaze, limping forward as

Hawk brought this last night. She bought it

coldness in Nicholas's face eased slightly as he took the paper bag. The rustling sound echoed in his grip.

you had drank too much, so she bought you some hangover medicine. The burn ointment you used today was also from

smile tugged at the corners е of Nicholas's lips. Suddenly, the burn on his

red

seemed to fade.

he really did

In the dream, I was more proactive, and he had even played coy and

regained his composure. He believed he behaved well after drinking. When he drank too much, he just liked to

it had been