He couldn't stop himself from asking, "Mr. Lancaster, isn't Ms. Sterling coming?"
Harrison paused, his gaze, as deep and cold as a winter pool, landing on him with unnerving pressure.
"Mr. Calderon seems very disappointed?"
Lester belatedly realized his own forwardness. He pressed his lips together and stood up awkwardly. "My apologies... Mr. Lancaster, please, have a seat."
The two men sat facing each other, the atmosphere palpably tense and awkward.
But if anyone was uncomfortable, it was only Lester. Harrison appeared completely at ease. As a waiter poured a cup of tea, he calmly broke the silence. "Regarding my wife, thank you for your help, Mr. Calderon. This is a small token of our gratitude. I hope you will accept it."
As he spoke, the man's long, powerful fingers slid a file across the table.
Lester was taken aback. He gave it a cursory glance, and despite his usual calm demeanor, he couldn't help but be shocked by Mr. Lancaster's generosity.
—It was a reward of absolute, staggering sincerity.
But Lester didn't want it at all. He shook his head. "Mr. Lancaster, you don't need to give me this. It was merely a small favor. Besides, Ms. Sterling and I have a certain connection..."
Before he could finish, the temperature in the room plummeted.
Harrison’s sharp, piercing gaze fixed on Lester. "—But I have no desire for a man who covets my wife to continue this 'connection' with her. Do you understand, Mr. Calderon?"
Lester's breath caught in his throat. He was rendered speechless.
After a few seconds of silence, he shook his head again. "Putting that aside, Ms. Sterling saved my life before. That was a much greater debt than the one I am owed now. Let's just say this repays her kindness. There is no need for you to give me these things, Mr. Lancaster."
Harrison's dark eyes narrowed.
That was not the answer he wanted to hear.
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