Dn stayed quiet, eyes downcast, keeping his feelingspletely hidden.


    ra, still feeling good about the half a million dors she justnded, gave a friendly smile, trying to lighten the mood. "How about I whip up something light for you at Palm Bay?"


    Just as she said that, Nichs snorted. "A supper at Palm Bay? Come on, ra, it''s obvious what you''re really after."


    Caught off guard, ra quickly changed her tune. "Mr. Dn, how about I order some takeout for you instead? I can have the chef here deliver it. Is there anything specific you''d like?"


    Dn turned his attention to Nichs.


    Nichs raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face, ready to say there was no need to thank him. He was here to put a stop to ra''s ns. But the longer he smiled, the more unsettled he felt.


    Dn asked, "Where''s Scarlette tonight?"


    Nichs honestly didn''t know. Scarlette had been avoiding him, even though they''d been together not long ago. But for her, it seemed like nothing.


    The hard truth hit him he couldn''t let go of Scarlette, while she seemed to thrive without him—and it made him sad.


    ra jumped in, "I think she''s out with her boyfriend tonight."


    Scarlette had mentioned it briefly when they talked earlier that morning.


    The moment ra said this, Nichs''s expression turned icy, a dark, moody vibe taking over. He stepped aside to call Scarlette immediately.


    Scarlette was having dinner with Morgan right then, and by coincidence, they were at the same restaurant.


    When the door to the private dining room opened, ra and Scarlette locked eyes.


    Scarlette hadn''t noticed Nichs, who was already marching toward the elevator, and hung up the call, turning to ra with a smile.


    "So that''s why you asked me for restaurant rmendations this morning. You nned to treat Mr. Dn."


    Just as she finished speaking, she felt a heated gaze. She looked up and met Nichs''s stormy eyes.


    Nichs didn''t even nce at ra; his focus was all on Morgan. If looks could kill, Morgan would''ve been long gone.


    Morgan, a university professor, gave a slow nod in acknowledgment.


    ra felt like the whole hallway was charged with tension, like a storm was brewing. Right then, Dn asked, "Have you set a wedding date?"


    Scarlette was almost thirty, and it was a question she''d been thinking about.


    But Dn''s question sent Nichs over the edge.


    He walked up, eyes fixed on Scarlette.


    "What do you mean, Scarlette? Are you nning to marry him?"


    His voice shook, surprise and hurt all over his face.


    Scarlette hadn''t thought about marrying Morgan, and Dn''s sudden question confused her.


    She pressed her lips together. "Nichs, let''s talk about thister."


    Nichs''s eyes turned red.


    "When ister? You won''t even see me, and now you want to talkter! Scarlette, just tell me, are you really nning a wedding behind my back? Does he know you were in my bed not too long ago?"


    The whole atmosphere in the hallway grew darker and more intense.


    ra felt a chill and cautiously wheeled Dn a bit further away.


    In her mind, Dn''s question was just small talk, but it had unintentionally sparked a confrontation between the two.