The night of the gala, Lisa and William returned to his penthouse in silence. The tension between them was palpable, and Lisa couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. She felt like she was walking on eggshells, unsure of how William would react to her words or actions.
As they entered the living room, William poured himself a drink and walked to the window, staring out at the city skyline. The lights of the city twinkled like diamonds against the dark night, and Lisa couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the view. But William's posture was stiff, and his shoulders seemed to be carrying the weight of the world.
"I'm sorry about Marcus's behavior tonight," he said, his voice low and controlled.
Lisa shook her head, trying to process her emotions. "You don't have to apologize fo
