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.

turned grim. "Tell them I had

and headed toward the car,

his steps but didn't turn

you wanted her to stay in the country longer. But you knew she would ask me for the contracts you signed with the shareholders of Jones Corporation. "Why did you ask me to comply with her request? Once she realizes everything is in order, won't she leave

His usually calm eyes

gaze, limping forward as she pulled a paper bag from her bag and

this last night. She bought it

the paper bag. The rustling sound echoed in his grip. "Ariana?" Did I

Beth confirmed his thoughts and added, "She knew you had drank too much, so she bought you some hangover medicine. The burn ointment you

Nicholas's lips. Suddenly, the burn on his hand

red

seemed to fade.

be that he really did something to make me

through him. In the dream, I was

his composure. He believed he behaved well after drinking. When he drank

though it had