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Adira's heart stopped as she caught sight of Nikolai, standing before her in his impeccably tailored suit. He looked every bit as cold as he used to be, his chiseled features betraying no hint of emotion.

His sharp gaze locked onto hers, holding her in a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on for an eternity.

With winded breath, Adira watched as his eyes slowly lowered dropped to the floor, taking in a sharp shard of glass that was right there. Her legs wobbled. Oh, no! Yvonne must've missed it while clearing up the glasses!

Her skin prickled with fear. Was he going to have any hint of it?

"Good evening," she greeted quickly, lowering her head afterwards.

Then, she turned around to leave.

"Adira." His deep cold voice made her freeze.

It was deep, almost guttural, and the coldness that emanated from it made her shiver.

Her body went rigid as she heard her name being called out in that voice. For the first time since they got married, he had addressed her by her name. The we