Domenic Looked toward where Nancy had gone.


    “The thing with your best friend and Mercer might be moreplicated than you think.


    ”


    Lindsey paused, troubled by the same thought.


    Beyond being his biggest supporter, what connection could Nancy have with Mercer?


    And her recent wish, tinged with sadness, were out of character.


    Just then, Lindsey’s phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number.


    Answering the phone, Lindsey said, “Hello.


    ”


    “Is this Lindsey?”


    “Yes, who’s this?”


    “I’m Shelia’s ex.


    Can we meet? I need to talk to you.


    ”


    This day had been anticipated by Lindsey, and a smile graced her face as she replied, “Sure thing, no worries.


    ”


    After Lindsey hung up the phone, Domenic noticed her smug grin.


    “Why the happy face?”


    “Just some good news.


    Let’s head back.


    ” Lindsey grasped his hand, weaving her fingers through his.


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    ”


    Sensing Lindsey’s reluctance to speak, he chose not to pry.


    Their mutual vow was to trust each other, with no conditions attached.


    That night, they walked home together, their hands sped, basking in the city’s vibrant night lights.


    They appeared to be just an average couple.


    Little did they know, a bigger challenge was silently creeping up on them…


    On the third floor of Champs Le Bar, a woman with a graceful figure approached a room and pressed the doorbell.


    After a while, the door swung open, revealing a man in a simple white bathrobe, his hair still damp and tousled across his forehead.


    “Mr.


    Aston,” the woman said in a flirtatious tone, but before she could say more, Mercer pulled her into the room and shut the door with a firm kick.


    He didn’t utter a word as he guided her to the plush bed and gently pushed her onto it.


    “Take it easy.


    You’re being too rough,” the woman protested, rubbing her wrist, yet she couldn’t help but send an alluring nce his way.


    Mercer, a man many women fantasized about, had first encountered her at a fashion event.


    They’d exchanged numbers and had yful chats, but this was their first time alone together.


    The situation was clear.


    It was two adults meeting in a roomte at night, their intentions hardly a mystery.