It wasn’t about how Nora and Louis had crossed paths. What mattered was the footage from the private room—the moment he’d shoved her.
But when Daniel finally saw it, his heart clenched painfully.
It really was him.
He’d nearly put Nora and the baby in danger.
A heavy wave of guilt crashed through his hollow chest, leaving Daniel shaken and remorseful.
Thank God Louis had been with her.
Moving quietly, he slipped back into the bedroom, careful not to wake her. He lay down beside her, wrapping a gentle arm around her shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice thick with regret.
Nora and Daniel had agreed long ago: if Daniel wanted this child, he needed to keep his distance.
So he got up early, making sure to be out of sight.
By the time Nora came downstairs after washing up, Daniel was already seated at the table, eating breakfast.
When he saw her, his greeting was neutral, almost cold. “Morning.”
Nora ignored him.
She sat down and began eating in silence.
It was Daniel who finally broke the uneasy quiet. “I was out of line yesterday,” he said, voice softer than before. “I hurt you. I’m sorry.”
He took the initiative to apologize.
Nora slammed her fork down on the table.
“Do us both a favor—don’t make me sick before noon.”
Whatever warmth Daniel had managed to gather on his face vanished.
He set his coffee down, his tone growing icy. “Am I really that repulsive to you, Nora?”
“And what did you expect? That you’re everyone’s favorite?”
The air between them crackled with tension.
Even the housekeeper standing nearby barely dared to breathe.
Daniel’s eyes turned cold and dark, like black ice. “What happened yesterday was my fault. But you, Nora—don’t pretend you’re innocent.”
“Me?” Nora let out a cold laugh.

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