When I noticed the girl was no longer beside him, I asked casually, "Where's your girlfriend?" Nick
"She's not my girlfriend."
I didn't press further. Curiosity wasn't worth the tension it might bring, so I let the topic drop.
We walked into a steakhouse together, but at the entrance, Nick suddenly slowed down. His gaze shifted toward me, careful and slightly guarded. "Let's go somewhere else."
At first, nothing seemed wrong. But when I followed his line of sight and looked inside, I understood immediately.
By the window seat, Ashton sat in a neat casual suit, cutting his steak with steady, precise movements. Ashton Across from him was not Rebecca, but Kristina, someone I had seen before—Caleb's niece. Kristina
They were sitting together, eating, talking quietly. The atmosphere around them felt focused, like a private discussion rather than a casual meal.
President and secretary, sharing a quiet dinner like this.
