LOGINNathaniel showed a bewildered expression. "The earlier we make it, the more robust your stand will be. You desire to be unaffected by the shadow of Ethan. Wouldn't you rather show your father that you are not a threat to him? Stand with me, you must do it. This marriage is your answer."
Madeline looked intently at him, hoping he had spoken to her in secret, but all she saw was his unwavering determination.
"As if to confirm, she asked again," she said with disbelief.
His gaze remained fixed on the road, his face calm and almost chilly. "Yes," Nathaniel replied. “What happened? Tonight, I will be going over to your parents' place. I desire for them to be informed that you are my future wife.”
Her body was shaken by the force of the shock. Tonight? At the conclusion of time? What steps could she take to confront her father once more?
She bit her lip with fear, blending it with a faint feeling of courage inside her.
"Madeline,
Nathaniel gave a faint smile and patted Madeline’s shoulder.“It’s done. It wasn’t easy, but I think we found common ground. Sonia will help with a few things, but the boundaries are clear.”Madeline let out a breath of relief, though she could still feel lingering tension.“I’m glad you stayed firm. But are you okay?”Nathaniel nodded. “I am. I just don’t want us to lose our direction, Madeline. We have to stay focused on ourselves. The past may resurface, but we can’t let it control us.”They walked together to a small café near the office. Nathaniel ordered coffee, while Madeline simply watched him, trying to read his expression. She knew Nathaniel wasn’t the kind of man who easily showed vulnerability. Yet in his eyes in his gaze there was a weight that hadn’t completely faded.“Will tomorrow be calmer?” Madeline asked.
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







