His gaze was a tangled knot of emotions.
Anger. Disappointment. Pain.
So many feelings swirled in his eyes that they couldn't be put into words.
Jonathan spoke in a flat voice. "What's this? Are you jealous?"
Niamh said nothing.
With nothing left to say, Jonathan turned and headed for the door.
Just as he was about to leave her office, Niamh's voice rang out behind him—clear, almost trembling.
"Jonathan… Do you really want me out of the competition?"
Jonathan paused and glanced back.
He didn't answer, but his silence said everything.
Niamh drew a shaky breath. "Then how about we make a bet?"
For the first time, a flicker of interest sparked in Jonathan's cold, distant eyes.
"What kind of bet?"
She could tell she had his attention now. "Let's bet on the Nova Jewelry Design Awards. If I take first place over Marina… you agree to divorce me."
At the word "divorce," a storm seemed to pass through Jonathan's dark gaze.
Niamh looked calm on the outside, but inside, her nerves were a wreck.
It wasn't that she was afraid of losing to Marina in the jewelry competition.
No—what truly terrified her was the possibility that Jonathan wouldn't accept the bet.
The silence in the office stretched on, longer than Niamh had anticipated.
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