LOGINNathaniel said nothing, letting the silence swell between them. Yet his gaze never strayed, binding her in place. Every second pressed heavier on Madeline’s chest, making it harder to breathe. She felt exposed, not physically, but because her emotions had been laid bare before this man.
“I don’t know.” Madeline’s voice cracked, barely audible. “I don’t know how to trust you. I don’t even know how to trust myself.”
The words spilled out, raw and fragile. Nathaniel leaned in slightly, closing the space between them but keeping enough distance, as if he knew that any reckless move might cause her to retreat again. His sharp gaze no longer carried commands; instead, it resembled a flame willing to cast light over the shadows surrounding her.
“That’s all right,” Nathaniel finally answered, his tone heavy yet controlled. “You don’t have to trust me now. You don’t even have to tru
The discussion lasted for several hours. Nathaniel remained calm, patient, and thorough. Every question Sonia raised was answered clearly; every challenge was met with concrete strategy, not emotion. Sonia stayed critical, attentive, and occasionally confrontational, but Nathaniel balanced the tension with a composed, professional demeanor.They covered every aspect of the project: budget, human resources, timelines, potential risks, and mitigation strategies in case of failure. Sonia offered several suggestions that helped Nathaniel refine parts of the plan. Nathaniel welcomed each input, noted it carefully, and adjusted their strategy accordingly.“All right,” Sonia said after several hours. “I’m starting to see your direction, Nathaniel. I can accept some of these decisions. But remember I’ll be monitoring this process closely. Don’t let any gaps slip through.”Nathaniel looked at her seriously, his eyes gentle yet confident. “I understand. And I appreciate your honesty. This time
Nathaniel reached for a pen on the table, opened several documents, and began explaining his new plan in detail step by step. Sonia listened closely, occasionally nodding or asking critical questions. The tension slowly began to ease, replaced by a growing sense of professional focus.Yet Nathaniel remained fully aware. Every word, every decision, every move had to be weighed carefully. Because it wasn’t only his reputation at stake, but also the fragile yet precious relationship between himself and Madeline and between himself and Sonia.Nathaniel stayed calm, patient, and meticulous. Sonia remained critical, attentive, and at times challenging, but Nathaniel managed to balance that tension with a mature, professional approach.Nathaniel looked at the documents in front of him, drawing a long breath before beginning to explain his new plan. Sonia sat across the table, her posture firm, though her eyes revealed a curiosity she c
Sonia scoffed and straightened her back. “You’ve always been good with words, Nathaniel. But words alone aren’t enough. Your actions back then your actions now they all have consequences. There are many people who still doubt your decisions.”Nathaniel looked at her not angry, only restraining himself from responding sharply. “I understand their doubts. And I’m not asking everyone to immediately trust this decision. But I’m confident if we focus on the results, everything will prove itself.”Sonia crossed her arms over her chest, tension still etched on her face. “Focus on the results? I’ve learned a lot from the past. But what I see is that you came back too quickly, without considering the emotional impact. Do you really think that just by taking over the project again, everyone will simply follow your orders?”Nathaniel nodded slowly. “I don’t expect everyone to follow blindly. But
The night continued in a comfortable silence. They both knew challenges would come from third parties, unresolved pasts, mounting work problems. But for the first time, they felt ready to face them together, not alone.As the city lights began to dim in the middle of the night, Nathaniel looked at Madeline and said, “Sleep. We have many things waiting tomorrow but for tonight, it’s just the two of us. There’s no outside world.”Madeline smiled, rested her head on his shoulder, and whispered, “No outside world just you and me.”The next morning, sunlight slipped gently through the curtains of Nathaniel’s office. The atmosphere was still quiet, broken only by the soft hum of the coffee machine. Madeline sat in the guest chair, adjusting to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, while Nathaniel stood near his desk, reviewing documents with a slight frown.“Morning,” Madeline greeted softly, her voice warm wi
“Aren’t you afraid of everything that’s happened? Of me, of my work, of our future?” Madeline asked seriously, her eyes softly glowing from the park lights coming through the window.Nathaniel looked down at their hands intertwined. “I’m afraid. But I’m more afraid of losing you again. I’ve restrained myself for too long, pretending to be strong on the outside, while my heart has known what it wants.”Madeline smiled faintly. “And now you aren’t holding back anymore?”Nathaniel raised his eyebrows, slightly mischievous, but his eyes remained gentle. “Maybe I’m still holding back a little. But that’s because I want you to savor every step slowly. I don’t want to rush and ruin this moment.”They laughed softly, a light yet warm sound, like medicine healing the remnants of awkwardness and fear that had piled up.“Then,” Madeline said, cupping Nathaniel’s chin, “I want you to promise. Promise that you’ll stay like this stay with me, no matter what.”Nathaniel looked at her deeply. “I prom
“I can hire a whole new department if necessary,” Nathaniel replied haughtily.“Don't be a spoiled brat,” Madeline patted his arm.Nathaniel grinned slightly. “You said start from scratch. I was just following orders.”Madeline laughed briefly. It felt like it had been a long time since she'd laughed without fear.Then her laughter faded, replaced by a serious expression. “Nathaniel.”“Hm?”“I want to fix a lot of things, too.”Nathaniel turned his head. “For example?”Madeline stared at her hands.“You might have felt too often that I was distant. Or that I didn’t trust you.”Nathaniel didn’t deny it. “Yes.”Madeline bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry.&rdquo







