CHAPTER 36

Agatha’s POV:

"Agatha?" His voice, rough with surprise, sent a shiver down my spine.

"God, he is delusional," I thought, rolling my eyes.

Did Nathan really think a single phone call could erase everything, fix the giant mess he'd made?

I took a deep breath, forcing my voice to stay calm and cool. Time to put on my professional mask.

"Yes, Nathan, it’s me," I said. "I apologize for calling so late.”

“You can call me anytime you like,” he said, his voice softer now, sending a warmth through me that I quickly pushed away.

Don't fall for it, Agatha. Remember what he did. I reminded myself. I couldn't let my guard down, not even for a second.

“Isn’t Camille in the room?” I asked, my voice hardening.

“Please, Nathan, I’m not playing your games. Respect your fiancée, and respect me.”

It felt strange, a little hypocritical, to be the one demanding respect for his fiancée, but the thought of them together, in his bed, made my stomach twist.

“She’s… asleep,” he mumbled.

“Right,” I said, not