“President Nicholson, what a coincidence.” Natasha’s tone was calm, faintly distant, carrying a subtle edge. “But staring at my husband like that… doesn’t seem very appropriate, does it?” “Husband?” Dahlia returned to her senses, suppressing the ripple in her heart, her expression settling back into the cool composure she was famous for. Her lips curved in a faint smile, tinged with a nearly imperceptible hint of skepticism. “President Harmon, if I remember correctly… you’re not married yet, are you? So where did this ‘husband’ come from?” Natasha had already predicted she would ask, and immediately tightened her hold on Dustin’s arm, leaning against him with intimate closeness. Tilting her pretty face upward, she said crisply and openly, “This is my husband! We’re going to get our marriage certificate tomorrow!” Her words fell like a stone into still water, sending ripples across Dahlia’s heart. Dahlia’s smile stiffened ever so slightly. Her gaze shifted once again to Dustin, becoming...