The car moved smoothly along the road, and neither Nichs nor I had any intention of speaking.


    It wasn''t until the car came to a stop at a red light that the cold expression on Nichs''s face softened slightly. A little girl broke free from her mother''s hand and skipped across the street. "Is your child well-behaved?" he suddenly asked.


    Your child... Nichs used the word "your child". My child had nothing to do with him.


    My child had inherited depression because of him. Yet, here he was, casually asking me if my child was well-behaved.


    Tabitha was very obedient, so much so that she rarely spoke. If Nichs ever found out about Tabitha''s condition, would he still ask me so indifferently whether she was obedient?


    I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms just to hold back my frustration. I answered calmly, "Mr. Hawk, you''ll have your own child someday. There''s no need to worry about anyone else''s."


    I didn''t want to discuss Tabitha with him, so I avoided the topic. My words clearly irritated him, his breathing growing heavier.


    It had been a while since west met, and apparently, even his interest in my well-being was a mistake.


    "True, you''ve had a man by your side for three years. It shouldn''t be my responsibility to care about the child," Nichs said before letting out an insincereugh.


    "Mr. Hawk, you didn''t spend those years lonely either. udia is now officially Ms. Hawk, making it even more right for the two of you to live under the same roof.


    "You''ve got someone by your side now, so it seems like you enjoy this kind of arrangement. Why bother mocking me?"


    "Arrangement..." Nichs muttered, driving while mulling over my choice of words.


    The life he had once imagined-having a wife and a sister-had be nothing more than an "arrangement" in my eyes.


    He didn''t me me for being upset. He had been too oblivious in the past. But when I refused to give him any chance to exin and left without hesitation, what right did I have to criticize him? "Ariana, do you think you really know the truth?"


    I couldn''t help but frown when I heard his question. Who could know better than I did?


    Because I was once part of his so-called "arrangement". I had experienced every moment of it firsthand, every second, every instant. I knew it all too well.


    "Of course!" I replied firmly.


    Nichs scoffed and taunted, "I''ve


    heard that Ms. Jones returned to expand yourw firm and grow your career, but is such a stubborn and overbearingwyer really as impressive as the rumors say?" This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.


    "Since Mr. Hawk doesn''t trust me, there wouldn''t be any cooperation between us. Your concerns are clearly unnecessary."


    Nichs''s face turnedpletely grim. "Do you think I invited you to my office just for a chat?"


    "Jay Caldwell & Co. is just a small firm. It could never reach someone as high up as you, Mr. Hawk."


    I had no patience left for Nichs''s sarcasticjabs. Even pretending to be polite felt pointless now. "If you have something to say, just say it. What exactly do you want, Mr. Hawk?"


    If I stayed with Nichs any longer, I was truly going to lose my mind.


    "Nothing. Just breakfast," he replied in a low voice.


    As his words fell, the car came to a stop. I looked out the window, expecting a fancy restaurant. Instead, we had arrived at a ce I never wanted to set foot in again. Before I could react, Nichs had already opened the door and yanked me out of the car.


    It was Coral Vi-the ce I hadn''t stepped foot in for three years, my marital home that Nichs had given to another woman.


    I tried to shake his hand off, but he


    wouldn''t let me go. His grip was firm, and his fingers intertwined with mine. He dragged me toward the entrance step by step. From behind arge tree nearby, a pair of eyes watched our every move...