"Love Conan? Are you kidding? I only married him because Daven left."Conan Ashworth stopped outside the VIP room of Gold Bar, his hand hovering inches from the door.His wife, Rhea Voss, was speaking.He had brought her homemade porridge after she complained about her stomach earlier that evening. Through the partially open door, he saw Rhea reclining on a velvet sofa, a glass of wine in her hand.Beside her sat Lana, her closest friend, who had never bothered hiding her contempt for Conan.Lana laughed."Seriously? I thought you two were getting along pretty well.""Getting along doesn't mean I love him," Rhea replied, taking a sip of wine."Well, Daven's coming back tomorrow. Three years abroad, and he's finally returning." Lana leaned closer. "What are you going to do about Conan? You know Daven hates cheaters."Rhea lowered her glass. After a brief silence, she answered casually."I'll divorce Conan when Daven gets back. We only got together because he went abroad. I never expect

Conan woke up on the couch before sunrise.Rhea had already left for the airport. He folded his blanket and was about to make breakfast when his phone rang."Milan General Hospital. Am I speaking to Conan Ashworth?""Yes.""Clara Voss was brought in after a serious car accident this morning. You're listed as her emergency contact. She's being taken into surgery, and the doctors need you here immediately."Conan went cold."How badly is she hurt?""I'm sorry, sir. The doctor will explain when you arrive."He grabbed his jacket.Clara was Rhea's mother, but she'd always treated Conan like her own son. She was the only member of the Voss family who had never looked down on him.Whenever Rhea criticized him for staying home instead of building a career, Clara defended him."He gave up so much to support you, Rhea. When was the last time you did something for him?"Rhea hated those arguments. Clara never backed down.Even with the divorce approaching, Conan couldn't abandon the woman who h

Conan arrived home, but the moment he stepped inside, he stopped.Rhea and Daven sat close together on the couch, their shoulders touching as Daven leaned toward her and whispered something that drew a smile from her lips. The moment she noticed Conan, she shifted away, but the guilty gesture did little to hide what he had already seen.He said nothing. He simply turned toward the kitchen."Conan!" Rhea's sharp voice stopped him. "You skipped making breakfast, and now you're planning to skip lunch too? Don't even think about it."He slowly turned to face her. "Why don't you prepare something yourself?"Rhea stared at him as though he'd spoken a foreign language. "What kind of question is that?""A reasonable one. I can't remember the last time you prepared a meal for even yourself."Her expression tightened. For a fleeting moment, something resembling guilt crossed her face. But with Daven sitting beside her, she quickly regained her composure."Daven is our guest. Prepare lunch for h

Conan flicked the ash from his cigarette and started walking again. He didn't look back.Behind her, one of the guards stepped forward."Miss Dutcher, should we...""No!" Athena snapped, her eyes following Conan's retreating figure. "Don't you dare interfere."She had never been dismissed so casually in her life. And she certainly wasn't accustomed to men walking away from her."Wait!"She hurried after him, moving quickly enough to block his path.Conan stopped, his brows drawing together. His confusion soon gave way to irritation."What now?""You're really leaving just like that?" Athena asked, folding her arms. "I haven't even had dinner.""Then go and have dinner.""With you."He stared at her as though she'd said something ridiculous. "Miss Dutcher, I don't know you.""That's easily solved. We can get to know each other today." She smiled, seemingly unfazed by his impatience. "I know you're Rhea Voss's husband, and I also know you're about to divorce her. So, technically, there'

Conan frowned as he glanced at the attendant. He hadn't visited Sky Rock Hotel in years, and this was the first time he'd heard that guests needed membership cards to access its dining floors.He had been away from the Ashworth family's businesses for too long. Apparently, things had changed.His silence, however, didn't escape Daven."What's wrong, Conan? Where's your card?" Daven asked, wearing a mocking smile. "Don't tell me you were just boasting."Conan didn't respond.Rhea frowned. "Can you stop embarrassing yourself? If you don't have a membership card, just admit it. There's no need to make a scene."Athena quickly stepped forward. "Come on, it's fine. We don't have to eat on the eighth floor. I have a Black Gold card, so we can enjoy a perfectly good meal on the third floor."But Conan seemed uninterested in her suggestion.He lowered his gaze to the silver ring on his finger. After a moment, he slowly twisted it off.The ring had been a gift from his grandmother, the founder