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.

reluctance, Gracia softly

was her twentieth

how Mr. Howard could so heartlessly disregard such a pitiable young lady, especially in front of a bunch

her heart pounding fiercely. The wine she had earlier was

keep her thoughts clear, going over the details

a few steps along the road, unable to find a taxi, when one of her high heels got stuck in a storm drain. She staggered, catching herself on a nearby tree to

leg, but the heel wouldn’t budge. Her foot slipped out of the shoe

awkwardly squatted to

moment, a car pulled up beside her with a

froze, mid–tug, and turned her head to

the back seat peered through the window,

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tone. “Fancy seeing