Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 8

Gracia and Natalie locked eyes, a hint of surprise flickering in their depths. “Natalie, what are you doing here?”

Brian’s grip inexplicably loosened, and Natalie subtly withdrew her hand, replying coldly, “Ask your father later.” With that, she brushed past Gracia’s shoulder, not looking back as she strode out.

After Natalie left the River View Hall, she quickened her pace, nearly running away.

When Brian rose to his feet, the entrance was deserted. Natalie was long gone.

Gracia glanced at him and gently took his arm, her voice soft. ” Davis and Nate are waiting for us at home. Nate said he wanted to…” She cut off as Brian withdrew his arm, his expression indifferent. “It’s late. You better go home.”

Without waiting for Gracia’s protest, Brian turned to his aide. “Take Miss Wright back to the family.”

Gracia’s hand, previously entwined with his, hung in mid–air as she watched Brian walk away without a backward glance toward the elevator.

“Miss Wright, please,” the aide said, head bowed, careful not to upset her further.

Gracia

was her twentieth

especially in front of a bunch of business elites. After all, Gracia was a public darling, and she needed to maintain her dignity.

as she exited the alley, her heart pounding fiercely. The wine she had earlier was going to her

keep her thoughts clear, going over the details of the

one of her high heels got stuck in a storm drain. She staggered, catching herself on a

Natalie tried to free her leg, but the heel wouldn’t budge. Her foot slipped

a curse, she awkwardly squatted to pull at

moment, a car pulled up

head to see a

window, his teeth clenched as he said

1/2

18:46

döcomo

Chapter 8

seeing you again, Ms.