Her bone structure was striking. Porcelain skin without a trace of makeup. The predawn chill cut deep, and she'd wrapped herself in a drab gray cashmere blanket, yet she still looked stunning—effortlessly, devastatingly beautiful.
Molly was finishing up a conversation with the current general manager. The man was in his forties, a full head taller than her, yet he listened to her with obvious deference.
"Miles, Molly didn't get where she is just because of your parents' help, you know?"
Felix was reminding him: when it came to Molly, Miles didn't just lack understanding—he was deeply prejudiced.
When Molly walked past Miles, she acted as though she hadn't seen him.
It wasn't deliberate coldness. She simply hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours, and by now, she was running on fumes.
"About today—I misjudged the situation. I'm sorry." His voice was quiet.
Molly hadn't expected an apology from Miles. She paused, tilting her head to look at him.
"Felix told me everything. If it weren't for you, the company would've been in serious trouble."
Printing the missing product labels, then applying them by hand—the solution was crude, but it was the only option available.
She had stayed calm under pressure, made quick decisions. She was sharp, capable, someone who solved problems.
For the first time, Molly saw something in his eyes that looked like genuine appreciation. Not that familiar icy disdain.
Her nose stung.
Three years. This was the first time he'd ever looked at her without hostility—and it had to be now, when she'd already decided on divorce.
She dropped her gaze. "Just doing my job. Can't exactly collect a paycheck for nothing."
After that, neither of them spoke.
Miles watched the night wind lift strands of her hair. She tucked her pale, slender neck deeper into the blanket for warmth. "I don't know you well," he said, "but my parents genuinely care about you. That says a lot about who you are. But there's someone else in my heart. I made her a promise—that I'd marry her—and I won't go back on my word. From now on, if you ever run into trouble, I'll have your back. As your brother."
He stood in the path of the wind. Carried on the cold night air was the faint trace of that woman's perfume.
A fine, piercing ache spread through Molly's chest. Tears welled in her eyes.
"I hope you two are happy together," she managed, her voice catching.