Natalia paused for a moment, her voice cool as she delivered her parting shot. "This is none of Mr. Fowler's business anymore."
With that, she strode into the building, the click of her high heels echoing down the hallway.
Alden stood by the car, transfixed by the sight of Natalia.
She seemed so different now. Sure, she was as beautiful as ever, but there was this new layer of detached independence about her.
"Bro, did you even try talking to Natalia?" Hamilton leaned back in his seat, letting out a rueful chuckle.
"Talk about what?"
The past?
Their child?
It had been three years since Hamilton had touched a cigarette.
After coming back from abroad, he had quit smoking. But now, the urge struck him fiercely.
Natalia arrived home to find Scarlett just waking up.
Natalia had left that summer, and Scarlett had gone abroad for further studies, only returning a few days ago, still jet-lagged.
Stretching languidly, Scarlett wandered into the kitchen for a glass of water.
"Won't you have trouble sleeping tonight if you're up now?" Natalia asked, her tone laced with mild exasperation.
Scarlett suddenly cursed under her breath.
"Why is Hamilton's car downstairs?"
Natalia's movement of changing her shoes paused momentarily.
"He drove me home."
Scarlett nearly choked on her water.
"You've seen him already?"
Natalia carefully removed her earrings, placing them gently into a jewelry box inside her bag, before finally speaking, "I was the one who reached out to him."
Scarlett rushed over in disbelief.
"You reached out to him? Natalia, what are you thinking?"
She remembered how devastated Natalia had been when she left. Hamilton had been so cruel, Scarlett couldn't imagine Natalia would ever consider getting back with him.
Natalia avoided her gaze.
"I'm back to explore the domestic market, right? Silkwood City is now the largest hub for international trade here, so naturally, it’s my first stop. And coming here... I had to see Hamilton."
Scarlett frowned. "Just for business?"
Natalia moved towards the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water. She looked down at Hamilton's car, still parked outside, before replying, "What else is there to talk about between us?"
Scarlett was skeptical. "And he agreed?"
Natalia was silent for a moment. "He will."
Scarlett opened her mouth to object but then hesitated, finally asking, "Natalia, if—just if—your child was still alive, do you think there'd still be a chance for you two?"
Natalia stiffened at the question. If their child was still alive...
She likely would never have left.
Laughing sadly, tears began to trace her cheeks.
"Scarlett, there are no 'ifs' in this world."
Regretting bringing up such a sensitive topic, Scarlett quickly changed the subject. "Alright, let's not talk about it. What do you feel like eating? I'll cook."
"A bowl of pasta," Natalia suggested, wiping away her tears.
"Sure thing."
After her shower, Natalia's phone rang. It was Bertram.
"I've checked out those partnership prospects from the charity event tonight and sent the details to your phone. Let me know when you're free, and I'll set up the meetings?"
Natalia browsed through the company names on her phone, pausing at one in particular.
"I'm busy tomorrow during the day. Schedule a meeting with Lionel Larkin from Lio Law Firm for the evening."
She paused, then added, "Book it at the bistro beneath the Amor Group's headquarters."
Bertram acknowledged with a chuckle.
"You're home then?"
Natalia nonchalantly confirmed, drying her hair as she walked back to the dining area.
Bertram teased, "I thought you and Hamilton would at least have a dramatic showdown."
Natalia grimaced. "Bertram, cut it with the idioms."
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