And at that moment, with his sharp gaze fixed on the group of men, his usual indifference was replaced by something colder.
Nathan wasn't smiling anymore.
His expression had hardened into something unreadable—his jaw tense, his dark brown eyes gleaming with quiet intensity. It was an expression he only ever wore in front of his father.
From an outsider's perspective, Nathan's appearance at that moment carried an undeniable charm. If one truly took the time to observe him properly, they would notice the faint traces of something more—something hidden beneath his usual demeanor. It was a fleeting glimpse of his true self, a version of him that had long been buried under layers of resentment and pain.
