That night, the air felt colder than usual. Behind her bedroom window, Blair hugged her knees while gazing at the moon hanging in the sky. She hadn’t closed her eyes since seeing the fresh news about herself spreading again—about the “mysterious woman” who had returned alongside Jonathan Evans to the gala.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated softly.
"Jonathan Calling."
Blair hesitated for a moment, then answered. “Hello?”
Jonathan’s voice sounded gentler than usual, slightly tired but still warm. “You’re not asleep yet?”
“Not yet,” Blair replied softly. “I have trouble sleeping when I see new stories keep appearing. People keep making news about you and me.”
“That’s natural—I arrived with a beautiful woman, people are bound to be curious about who you are.” Jonathan’s response immediately m
