Nelly glanced sideways, her long, dark lashes lifting just enough to frame her petite face in the prettiest curve.
Jonah had arrived.
He looked completely different from the last time she’d seen him. Back then, he’d shown up in gym clothes, probably straight from a workout, his cheeks still flushed and his thick dark hair damp with sweat. He’d seemed like some athletic golden boy, handsome and full of energy.
Now, though, he was polished from head to toe. Sharp suit, crisp white shirt, a luxury watch that cost more than most people’s cars, and a pair of half-rimmed gold glasses. The expensive details only made his already striking features even more perfect, like he’d stepped right out of a magazine.
Nelly had never really been the type to get swept away by a pretty face. She’d spent years looking at Brody’s flawless features, and, honestly, even the hottest celebrities just looked ordinary to her now.
She stared at Jonah for a moment, then motioned for him to have a seat.
He sat down smoothly, meeting her gaze without a hint of hesitation.
Sunlight poured through the window, casting a soft glow over Nelly’s slender neck and making her look almost otherworldly, like sunlight glinting on fresh snow—pure, untouchable, and impossible to ignore.
On the phone, Alan finally snapped out of his daze. “Mrs. Garland, I don’t know why you’ve decided to resign, but if you just apologize, I’m sure Mr. Garland will forgive you…”
Nelly couldn’t help but let out a cold, almost amused snort.
Maybe it was her own fault for letting everyone get so used to her always being the one to give in to Brody.
“Alan, let’s get something straight. I’ve always done my job perfectly. I’m leaving because I’m done with Garland Inc., not because Brody has a problem with me. And by the way, our divorce is almost final, so please stop calling me Mrs. Garland.”
She didn’t bother giving Alan a chance to reply. She just ended the call.

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