Nathalie wondered why Nathan could be on this beach now, even though his duties required him to be in Europe for the next six months.
Natalie immediately stood up. "Nathan."
"Give me a hug," Nathan spread his hands.
Nathalie didn't move and still stood stiffly where she was.
"Tsk, I missed you." Nathan finally relented. He stepped closer to Natalie and hugged her tightly.
James, who witnessed the incident, tightened his jaw. He, still sitting on the sand, gripped the sand firmly. The plan has yet to work, but the person who has the potential to annoy him has arrived. 's**t,' James cursed.
Nathan knew that the man sitting on the sand was James. The man who will be his rival. The man who almost married Nathalie. And maybe it was this man who caused Nathalie to run on her wedding day.
