Several days later, Rowan's injury had mostly recovered. He stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he'd only just done up the last button on his shirt when Landon handed him the suit jacket.Rowan straightened his apparel while Landon reported dutifully beside him, "Mr. Mattel, word has it that Wayfarer Logistics is planning to sell 30% of the shares in Dejah Port. "Everyone in business is saying that for a female painter to venture into logistics is like shooting oneself in the foot. It'd be a miracle if she pulled off the business at all."Fastening his sapphire cufflinks, Rowan chuckled with faint, wicked amusement. "What a bunch of fools."Landon was baffled by this comment. "What do you mean by that, Mr. Mattel? If I may be so honest, it's already an incredible feat for Ms. Sutton to outbid Jason and secure Dejah Port. Her loan from Morgenstern Bank must come with a high interest rate."She must have overestimated herself to end up in such a predicament. Do we help h
Natalie asked, "This woman begs for a living?"Landon thoughtfully opened the lunchbox and took out the layers one by one, answering, "Yes, that's right. She's an unfortunate lady who's got no parents or other family. Her legs are also disabled. "By the way, Mr. Mattel has a message for you—if you need his help with whatever you're going to do next, all you have to do is ask."Rowan had already done her enough favors. She couldn't bring herself to ask for more. "I'm good. I can handle the rest myself. Thank Mr. Mattel for me."Landon chuckled as he said, "No need to thank him, Ms. Sutton. He's happy to help."She gave him a wry look and said nothing.After wrapping up his task, Landon left, but not before telling Natalie that he'd drop by to collect the lunchbox some other day.Natalie finished the lunch Landon brought her. The food tasted amazing, though a little different from what she'd had at Tinswald the last time. She didn't dwell on it and polished off the food without r
Rowan's answer caught Jason off guard.Jason didn't expect a guy like Rowan to have a lover. He felt bad for the poor woman who was unlucky enough to end up with the latter. With that in mind, he humored Rowan with a chuckle. "Sure."…Benjamin hailed a cab. He took the passenger seat while Bella and Natalie tucked into the backseat.Bella had leaned against Natalie and dozed off the moment they got into the car, but Natalie kept herself busy by texting Rowan. She asked him about his injury, and it wasn't until he reassured her that he was fine that she felt relieved.On another note, Rowan brought her good news. He'd found the person she asked him to look for, and the person fit her requirements, both in terms of their looks and demeanor.Natalie was delighted, and she couldn't suppress a smile as she wrote, "Thank you, Rowan."Rowan replied, "No need to be so formal, Ms. Sutton. I was merely repaying a favor."She put her phone away, feeling chipper. A few seconds later, her
Sitting across the table from Benjamin and Bella, Natalie listened to their conversation in earnest, then suddenly propped her chin up with one hand and asked solemnly, "Ben, where do you think a man is coming from if he were to tell a woman, 'That was my first kiss'?"Earlier, Rowan had texted her, "Natalie, that was my first kiss."It had rendered her speechless, and her mind had gone blank.Benjamin's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he heard this. "Who did you kiss?"He was supposed to be drunk, yet his brain seemed to be working at full capacity. Refusing to tell him the truth, she said, "I didn't kiss anyone. I'm asking for a friend."Bella crossed her arms, ready to force an answer out of Natalie. "You're a classic loner. Come on, fess up."Natalie couldn't help getting flustered. "I have nothing to fess up to! You guys know I'm not acquainted with many men, so how could I have kissed anyone?"Rubbing her chin as if considering this, Bella pointed out pensively, "S
Natalie breathed in the scent that was both soft and distinctly Rowan.Surprise filled her eyes. She didn't know if it was all the drinks she'd had earlier, or if her mind was working a little slower, or if anything else caused her delayed response, but she did not react right away.As a result, the scene that had only ever happened in her dream suddenly took place in real life—Rowan, seemingly possessed, was sucking on her mouth.Natalie snapped out of her daze and gave the overly audacious man before her a hard shove. The next second, a low grunt escaped Rowan, and he instinctively clutched and pressed the left side of his chest.Belated realization settled over Natalie as she recalled his injury. She must have shoved him where it hurt. She was a little worried about him, but in the end, she did not say anything to him.Rowan took a few minutes to recover, panting as his gaze flicked to Natalie's face. A heartbreakingly delicate blush had crept over her cheeks, and her rosebud l
The wine slid down Natalie's throat and burned like acid in her stomach.It took Natalie a while to register that she hadn't knocked back a full glass of water but alcohol. A moment later, she shot to her feet. "I need to use the restroom."On the other end of the bar, Rowan and Jason had claimed their seats at a table. They were both powerful, intimidating men, but Rowan was obviously the more dominant of the two.He was the portrait of lethal calm as he sat on the teakwood chair. "I've sworn off drinks recently, so I'll settle for a coffee, Mr. Pereira."Jason folded his hands on his lap and pinned Rowan with a hard stare. "Were you deliberately pulling my leg in front of my wife earlier, Mr. Mattel?"Wife? For the first time, Rowan thought the word was as grating as a shrill, off-key note. He raised a brow, his lips curling as he asked, "Now why would I do that, Mr. Pereira?"Indeed, why would Rowan do such a thing? Jason couldn't come up with a reason, not for now, at least.