Chapter 9 - Nathan Feigns Ignorance While Planning His Counterattack
The next morning, the Cole mansion resumed its polished, deceptive veneer of aristocratic perfection and morning calm.
Nathan walked down the grand marble staircase in a tailored charcoal suit, wearing his usual polite, composed expression.
Vanessa was waiting for him at the breakfast table, pouring fresh-brewed coffee into fine bone-china cups with a warm smile.
“Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well after that ridiculous interruption by the maid’s child last night?” she asked sweetly.
Nathan smiled back, a hollow, perfectly rehearsed curve of his lips that hid the raging fire underneath.
“Exceedingly well, Vanessa. In fact, I’m beginning to see things much more clearly today,” Nathan replied smoothly.
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Vanessa handed him the coffee cup, her eyes lingering hungrily on his hands as he accepted it with a polite nod.
Nathan raised the cup to his lips, pretending to take a sip while secretly pouring it into a potted fern beside his chair.
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