forgotten vows

Chapter 3: See You in Three Years

He stole a quick glance at her.

In that moment, she could tell he hardly remembered her face at all. His eyes showed no surprise, while hers were filled with a mix of dazed disbelief. It was clear he didn't care about her feelings. Instead, he casually bent his hand and said, "I can't go out in disguise. There's a one in ten thousand chance I might get photographed. I’d just be labeled as a guy who toyed with women and fled. Do you really think it's worth the risk?" Although it sounded like a question, he had already given her the answer he intended.

Turning her head, she spotted Rosa, who was still playfully sticking out her tongue. With a resigned sigh, she realized she didn’t want to get further entangled with Nathan Albert. "Alright, let's try to understand Mr. Nathan's situation. But Mr. Nathan, forgive me for being direct the incident today wasn't solely Rosa's fault. It takes two to make a mess. She had an advertisement lined up today, and now it's delayed. That’s really..."

Her implication was clear, causing his lips to curve into a teasing smile as he finally locked eyes with her.

With her unruly curls hastily pinned into a small bun, framed by black-rimmed glasses and a formal suit, she looked strangely youthful. Although he guessed she was younger than 25, her attire made her appear like someone in her late twenties struggling to find a partner. Her sharp, capable eyes gave off the impression of a businesswoman at the top of her game.

"Advertising, huh? Well, we still need to choose three advertising leads for next quarter. Why not invite Miss Rosa to come over and help when she has time?" he suggested casually, his gaze fixed on her.

She maintained a mask-like smile, though her eyes sparkled with satisfaction. "Sure, it’s a deal!" she chirped, then quickly turned and yanked Rosa up, pulling her out with an air of authority. "What are you still doing here? Let’s go find somewhere else to change!"

Rosa was dragged along, visibly displeased. "Quit pulling! My outfit is showing, ouch! You’re hurting me, Tiffany!"

At that moment, Nathan’s smile faded. His handsome brows furrowed as he examined the woman more closely, but she had already disappeared from view.

Tiffany.

That name sparked a memory. The first time he heard it, he chuckled at how ambiguous it sounded was it a man's name or a woman's?

Now, to hear it again, especially under these circumstances, intrigued him. She seemed surprisingly composed, even assisting her romantic rival the one involved with her husband by leveraging the situation for her own gain... It piqued his curiosity.

As soon as he returned to his office, he instructed his assistant, Adrian, "Look into this woman! Gather all the files from the past three years!"

Adrian studied the photo of her closely. She appeared stiff and outdated, a stark contrast to the glamorous, curvy women usually seen around his boss.

If she wasn't his type, could she have upset him? Anyone crossing the boss was courting serious trouble.

After several hours, the files about her were spread across Nathan's desk. He surprisingly took the time to read them one by one.

It turned out that the marriage three years ago not only granted him freedom but also allowed her to thrive. After leaving home, she joined Royal Media and became a professional agent. Occasionally, she also doubled as a crisis public relations consultant and seemed to be doing quite well. In her field, she was gaining recognition, and many artists under her guidance were now well-known stars in films and television.

But he distinctly remembered her being quite different back then.