Anathea immediately felt as though the bag was burning her hands. "Mr. Harrington, my purse is not that expensive. You really don't need to replace it."She put the bag back in the box and pushed it toward him.Even though the Jacobsons used to be wealthy, they were never flashy. That was why Anathea had always preferred practical and comfortable things. She'd never carried anything this extravagant.And now, Theo had just casually handed her a luxury bag, which completely caught her off guard."I'll decide if it's expensive or not," Theo said, not giving her a chance to refuse. "Just take it.""Thank you, Mr. Harrington, but I really can't," Anathea replied calmly.Her wariness toward him had grown ever since the whole scorpion liquor incident. Something about him always kept her on alert.Theo picked up on her cautious behavior instantly. As he realized how reckless he'd been before, his head throbbed.Rubbing his forehead, he said awkwardly, "About last time… I owe you an ap
"Nothing," Anathea replied calmly."I don't buy that," Evangeline uttered. "If nothing's going on, why would he throw such a huge order at you out of nowhere?"Anathea didn't respond. Honestly, she had no idea what Theo was thinking either. He'd given her a big order and handed her an insanely expensive bag. None of it made sense.But she didn't want to dwell on it. Once her divorce from Gregory was finalized, she and Theo wouldn't have any reason to cross paths again."Nat?" Evangeline's voice pulled her out of her thoughts."Hmm?" Anathea blinked and looked over. "What's up?"Evangeline glanced at the time. It was already 4:30 pm. "You've been looking pretty drained lately. Why don't you just call it a day and head home early?""But—" Anathea started to protest, but Evangeline was already ushering her toward the door."I've got the rest covered. Go on. Oh, and say hi to your mom for me. I'll visit her when I get the chance."Anathea could feel the genuine kindness in her wor
"Mrs. Sinclair?" Thomas stopped in front of her with a smile. "It is you. I thought I was seeing things.""Tom..." Anathea let out a small breath of relief. "What are you doing here?""Oh, I was just picking up some herbal medicine for my mom." He held up a bag of herbs for her to see. "Are you heading home?"She nodded, glancing awkwardly at her car. "I was but then my car suddenly broke down and won't start."Thomas crouched down to take a quick look at it. "I think it's an engine problem. You'll need to take it to a mechanic. Luckily, I've got a friend who runs a repair shop. I'll call him and ask if he can come tow your car."He didn't wait for her to respond before pulling out his phone.On the call, he gave his friend the address and sorted all the details before turning back to look at Anathea. "I'll need your number so my friend can contact you when your car's fixed."Anathea gave him her phone number."Alright, it's all been sorted out." Thomas hung up and gave her a
Since Thomas put it that way, Anathea didn't want to turn him down. "Alright. What do you feel like eating?""Hmm…" Then, his gaze landed on a sleek silver-and-black Maybach ahead of them. "How about Frevancian? Is that okay with you?""Frevancian?""Yeah, you're not going to say it's too pricey, are you?" Thomas chuckled. "If it is, we can choose somewhere else.""No, Frevancian is fine."Anathea never liked owing people favors, anyway, so footing the bill for something nice actually made her feel less burdened.While driving, Thomas glanced at her and smiled before stepping on the gas and following that Maybach straight to one of the most well-known Frevancian restaurants in Castenea.As soon as they walked in, Thomas pulled out a chair for Anathea and poured her a glass of water. "Thanks to you, I get to enjoy a fancy dinner tonight.""I should be the one thanking you." If it weren't for him, Anathea would probably still be stuck in the hospital parking lot. Handing Thomas t
Natalie kept trying to keep the conversation going during the whole dinner."Greg, the steak's actually really good. Do you want to try some?""Greg, this dessert is nice. It's not too sweet.""Greg…""Yeah."Gregory barely responded. By the time dessert arrived, his steak was still untouched. He looked as though he was facing Natalie, but his gaze kept drifting past her—to Anathea.The more he saw her smiling from the side, looking so happy and radiant, the darker his expression became. His eyes practically burned a hole through her.She'd never smiled like that with him. But with that chef, she was smiling as if she had no worries in the world.To top it off, she was casually cutting meat for Thomas, even serving him food as though it was the most normal thing in the world. Scoffing, Gregory suddenly stabbed his knife into his plate, creating a sharp sound.Natalie jumped at the sound, startled. "Greg? What's wrong?"Finally looking away from Anathea, Gregory glanced down
"You're welcome." Thomas looked at Anathea, then suddenly pointed at her face and chuckled a little."Ana, you've got some cream on your face.""Huh?" Anathea instinctively wiped her face. When did that get there? And how did she not notice?"It's on the right side," Thomas said, pointing to her right cheek.She touched that side but didn't feel anything."A bit higher. No, higher than that."When she couldn't find the cream, Thomas unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned toward her, gently reaching out with his left hand to touch her face.Anathea froze. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught their reflection in the window.The last light of sunset had faded, and night was falling. In the reflection, with how Thomas was positioned—and given the angle—they looked as if they were kissing, even though they weren't that close in real life.As soon as she realized it, she snapped out of it and lifted her hand. Just as she was about to push him away, blinding headlights suddenly came
Gregory glanced at Anathea's pale face. She was clearly in pain, but there wasn't the slightest trace of concern in his expression. He just yanked her along toward the Rolls-Royce.She had no idea what he was planning, and her wrist hurt from how tight his grip was. Struggling, she shouted, "Gregory, let go of me!"Gregory let out a cold laugh. "Why? So you can go back to making out with that cook?""I wasn't!" Her voice shook as she bit her lip, furious and hurt that he'd jump to conclusions like this. "Don't project your dirty thoughts onto me!""I saw it with my own eyes, and you're still trying to deny it?" He grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the car door.Her whole back felt as though it was splitting into two, but the pain in her body was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.Gregory never trusted her.No matter what she said, he only ever believed what he thought he saw. And now, he was throwing disgusting accusations at her like this."Wow, Anat
"Gregory!" Thomas struggled to get out of the car, but Martin had already locked the doors."Mr. Morgenstein, we need to handle the damage assessment first," said Martin in a flat and professional tone."What's there to talk about? Let me out! Don't you see what Gregory's about to do to her?" Thomas roared.Martin didn't even flinch. "They're legally married. Don't you think you're overstepping a bit, Mr. Morgenstein?" he asked, angling his body to block Thomas' view."Damn it!" Thomas slammed his hands against the window, yelling, "Gregory, you bastard! Stop it!"But his angry voice was completely trapped inside the car. No matter how frantic he was, it changed nothing.Meanwhile, in the backseat of the Rolls-Royce, Gregory was relentless. Anathea shrank from the heat of his breath. She turned her head away just as he tried to kiss her, rejecting his touch.Gregory's eyes narrowed dangerously. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him."You pulled every dirty trick in th
The noise died down all at once, and the air turned cold and heavy.The night was sharp and silent. Gregory stood under the streetlight, his shadow stretched long across the pavement. The warm glow lit up his face. His features were too perfect to be real, as if they had been carefully sculpted by God.But he looked incredibly icy and unapproachable. Martin looked over at him. Gregory looked tall, composed, and proud. But at the same time, there was also a hint of loneliness about him.Then, Martin glanced at Anathea, still curled up and crying in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce. Whatever had gone down between them clearly hadn't ended on a good note.Still, as Gregory's right-hand man, it was Martin's job to clean up the mess. Stepping toward Gregory, he said cautiously, "Mr. Sinclair, about Mrs. Sinclair…"Gregory didn't respond. He pulled out his phone and made a call.A few minutes later, one of the drivers pulled over in a Bugatti Veyron. He stepped out and handed the key
So, this bag was really a gift from Theo.Gregory pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth. He let out a bitter laugh, his eyes cold as fury seethed within him. His expression was like the calm before the storm.Anathea froze for a second, stunned by the look on his face. Her heart was pounding in her chest.Then, Gregory grabbed her chin, his voice low and sharp. "I really underestimated you. One man's not enough, huh? You've got another on the hook. And you say I'm filthy? What about you?""What are you talking about?" Anathea's face turned as pale as her lips.He sneered. "Oh, please. Don't play dumb."The rage in his eyes was so intense, it was as though it could swallow Anathea whole. "You're sleeping with two guys at once. God, you're worse than a prostitute! How pathetic."Suddenly, Gregory's head snapped to the side, stunning him. Anathea's palm was burning, and her hand couldn't stop shaking. She'd slapped him—what he'd said was unforgivable.However, panic soon h
"Gregory!" Thomas struggled to get out of the car, but Martin had already locked the doors."Mr. Morgenstein, we need to handle the damage assessment first," said Martin in a flat and professional tone."What's there to talk about? Let me out! Don't you see what Gregory's about to do to her?" Thomas roared.Martin didn't even flinch. "They're legally married. Don't you think you're overstepping a bit, Mr. Morgenstein?" he asked, angling his body to block Thomas' view."Damn it!" Thomas slammed his hands against the window, yelling, "Gregory, you bastard! Stop it!"But his angry voice was completely trapped inside the car. No matter how frantic he was, it changed nothing.Meanwhile, in the backseat of the Rolls-Royce, Gregory was relentless. Anathea shrank from the heat of his breath. She turned her head away just as he tried to kiss her, rejecting his touch.Gregory's eyes narrowed dangerously. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him."You pulled every dirty trick in th
Gregory glanced at Anathea's pale face. She was clearly in pain, but there wasn't the slightest trace of concern in his expression. He just yanked her along toward the Rolls-Royce.She had no idea what he was planning, and her wrist hurt from how tight his grip was. Struggling, she shouted, "Gregory, let go of me!"Gregory let out a cold laugh. "Why? So you can go back to making out with that cook?""I wasn't!" Her voice shook as she bit her lip, furious and hurt that he'd jump to conclusions like this. "Don't project your dirty thoughts onto me!""I saw it with my own eyes, and you're still trying to deny it?" He grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the car door.Her whole back felt as though it was splitting into two, but the pain in her body was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.Gregory never trusted her.No matter what she said, he only ever believed what he thought he saw. And now, he was throwing disgusting accusations at her like this."Wow, Anat
"You're welcome." Thomas looked at Anathea, then suddenly pointed at her face and chuckled a little."Ana, you've got some cream on your face.""Huh?" Anathea instinctively wiped her face. When did that get there? And how did she not notice?"It's on the right side," Thomas said, pointing to her right cheek.She touched that side but didn't feel anything."A bit higher. No, higher than that."When she couldn't find the cream, Thomas unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned toward her, gently reaching out with his left hand to touch her face.Anathea froze. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught their reflection in the window.The last light of sunset had faded, and night was falling. In the reflection, with how Thomas was positioned—and given the angle—they looked as if they were kissing, even though they weren't that close in real life.As soon as she realized it, she snapped out of it and lifted her hand. Just as she was about to push him away, blinding headlights suddenly came
Natalie kept trying to keep the conversation going during the whole dinner."Greg, the steak's actually really good. Do you want to try some?""Greg, this dessert is nice. It's not too sweet.""Greg…""Yeah."Gregory barely responded. By the time dessert arrived, his steak was still untouched. He looked as though he was facing Natalie, but his gaze kept drifting past her—to Anathea.The more he saw her smiling from the side, looking so happy and radiant, the darker his expression became. His eyes practically burned a hole through her.She'd never smiled like that with him. But with that chef, she was smiling as if she had no worries in the world.To top it off, she was casually cutting meat for Thomas, even serving him food as though it was the most normal thing in the world. Scoffing, Gregory suddenly stabbed his knife into his plate, creating a sharp sound.Natalie jumped at the sound, startled. "Greg? What's wrong?"Finally looking away from Anathea, Gregory glanced down
Since Thomas put it that way, Anathea didn't want to turn him down. "Alright. What do you feel like eating?""Hmm…" Then, his gaze landed on a sleek silver-and-black Maybach ahead of them. "How about Frevancian? Is that okay with you?""Frevancian?""Yeah, you're not going to say it's too pricey, are you?" Thomas chuckled. "If it is, we can choose somewhere else.""No, Frevancian is fine."Anathea never liked owing people favors, anyway, so footing the bill for something nice actually made her feel less burdened.While driving, Thomas glanced at her and smiled before stepping on the gas and following that Maybach straight to one of the most well-known Frevancian restaurants in Castenea.As soon as they walked in, Thomas pulled out a chair for Anathea and poured her a glass of water. "Thanks to you, I get to enjoy a fancy dinner tonight.""I should be the one thanking you." If it weren't for him, Anathea would probably still be stuck in the hospital parking lot. Handing Thomas t
"Mrs. Sinclair?" Thomas stopped in front of her with a smile. "It is you. I thought I was seeing things.""Tom..." Anathea let out a small breath of relief. "What are you doing here?""Oh, I was just picking up some herbal medicine for my mom." He held up a bag of herbs for her to see. "Are you heading home?"She nodded, glancing awkwardly at her car. "I was but then my car suddenly broke down and won't start."Thomas crouched down to take a quick look at it. "I think it's an engine problem. You'll need to take it to a mechanic. Luckily, I've got a friend who runs a repair shop. I'll call him and ask if he can come tow your car."He didn't wait for her to respond before pulling out his phone.On the call, he gave his friend the address and sorted all the details before turning back to look at Anathea. "I'll need your number so my friend can contact you when your car's fixed."Anathea gave him her phone number."Alright, it's all been sorted out." Thomas hung up and gave her a
"Nothing," Anathea replied calmly."I don't buy that," Evangeline uttered. "If nothing's going on, why would he throw such a huge order at you out of nowhere?"Anathea didn't respond. Honestly, she had no idea what Theo was thinking either. He'd given her a big order and handed her an insanely expensive bag. None of it made sense.But she didn't want to dwell on it. Once her divorce from Gregory was finalized, she and Theo wouldn't have any reason to cross paths again."Nat?" Evangeline's voice pulled her out of her thoughts."Hmm?" Anathea blinked and looked over. "What's up?"Evangeline glanced at the time. It was already 4:30 pm. "You've been looking pretty drained lately. Why don't you just call it a day and head home early?""But—" Anathea started to protest, but Evangeline was already ushering her toward the door."I've got the rest covered. Go on. Oh, and say hi to your mom for me. I'll visit her when I get the chance."Anathea could feel the genuine kindness in her wor