Shawn stood before Arlo, pleading earnestly, âPlease give us a chance! Weâll accept any conditions you set!â
Katherine found it difficult to watch Shawn grovel. She admired strength and usually chose boyfriends who were strong and supportive, unlike Shawnâs current display of weakness.
Katherine first set the table with dishes. She then stepped away to change her outfit and touch up her makeup, opting for a particularly bold lipstick shade she hadnât worn before. She had noticed earlier how attractive Frankie wasâdefinitely a catch.
After Shawn wrapped up his talk with Arlo, they left the private room. Katherine strutted over confidently in her high heels. She looped her arm through Shawnâs, who looked confused by her bold move.
With a smile, Katherine reached out to Arlo. âHello, Iâm Keyla.â Shawn quickly picked up on what she was doing. Katherine watched closely for any change in Arloâs expression. Feeling nervous? Worried? Intimidated? Good, he deserved a bit of unease!
Arlo offered his hand. âIâm Arlo Todd.â
âArlo Todd?â Katherineâs smile held a hint of intrigue. âMr. Todd, surely you go by another name, donât you?â
âAhem!â Shawn cut in. âKatherine, Arlo has work to get back to. We should leave.â
âI need to ask him something!â
âDonât!â Shawn quickly pulled her out and pushed her into the car.
Once inside, Katherine confronted him. âYou knew Frankie before, didnât you?â
Shawn climbed into the car, anxiously adjusting his tie. âI only met him recently.â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âWhy needed I?â Shawn retorted, glancing at her. âYou two had just an online thing. An online fling! Itâs hardly a real relationship! Did you actually fall for him?â
âShawn.â Katherine struggled to hold back her tears. Compared to her anger a moment ago, her current calmness was even more heartbreaking.
âHave you ever felt that? Coming home tired, to someone who cares, who asks about your day, if youâre worn out from work? Have you ever constantly thought of someone, eager to share every experience with them? No matter the time or the wait, they always reply, never letting you down?â Shawnâs initial anger began to subside. âI have.â
For the first time in their relationship, he looked at her with genuine intensity.
Katherine sniffled, and Shawn gently wiped her tears away. âBut itâs all an illusion. Weâre all just lonely. He might not be the catch you think he is.â
Katherine looked down. âI understand. But I need to know, whatâs wrong with me? Why did he end things so abruptly?â
âThereâs nothing wrong with you,â Shawn reassured her as he gently held her face. âYouâre wonderful. You deserve someone better, someone who offers a genuine connection.â
Katherine experienced a fleeting sense of familiarity mixed with novelty from Shawnâs gesture. But the feeling passed quickly, and she couldnât quite grasp it.
âShawn, your hand.â
He quickly pulled his hand back. âSorry!â
âItâs fine.â Katherine leaned back, feeling a bit awkward. Silence filled the car for the rest of the drive home.
Upon arriving at the suite, they each went their separate ways. It wasnât until the assistant served dinner that evening that they found themselves at the same table again.
âIs Arlo married?â Katherine broke the silence with her question. It was the first thing she had said to him since their return. Shawn remained expressionless. âHe was, but now heâs divorced.â
Married, just as Frankie had mentioned.
âWhy did they split?â she asked.
Shawn decided it was best to be upfront rather than have her piece together the story later. âHe and his wife lived mostly apart, and he tends to keep to himself. His wife had an affair.â
âOkay.â Katherine bowed her head, took a few bites, then raised her eyes again. âShawn, could you set up a meeting with him?â
âWhat are you planning?â
âHeâs single, Iâm single. What do you think?â
Shawn asked, âKatherine, donât you think you should have a little more self-respect?â
Katherine retorted, âI do have self-respect; consider who Frankie is. A titan in the investment sphere, even listed among the global elite! If we were together, wouldnât I have access to all his resources?â
âYouâre just interested in his wealth?â
Katherine crossed her legs, thinking back to their encounter earlier. âHeâs also just my type.â
With frustration, Shawn snapped his disposable fork in half. Katherine didnât understand. âWhy does this upset you? Itâs my life.â
Shawn took a deep breath, picked up a new fork, and continued eating. âDo what you want.â
âYouâre okay with it?â
âDo I have any reason to object? Youâre not my real sister; I canât dictate your choices.â
âDonât talk like that! Iâve always thought of you as my brother!â Katherine attempted to mend the rift by offering him a piece of meat.
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