My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret

Despite sitting at the same elegant table for nearly an hour, Cullen and Dario maintained their careful distance, each man sizing up the other without direct confrontation.

The comment about potential collaboration hung in the air like a challenge. Cullen set down his crystal wine glass with deliberate precision, his movements controlled and calculated. A smile played at the corners of his mouth as he met Dario' gaze directly.

"The possibility has crossed my mind more than once," Cullen acknowledged, his tone measured yet carrying an undertone of genuine interest. "What would be your professional assessment of such a venture, Mr. Reid?"

Dario recognized opportunity when it presented itself. In the cutthroat world of technology and innovation, refusing potential partnerships was often tantamount to business suicide.

"Having Mr. Dennis express interest in DataPulse Co. would be considered a significant honor in our industry," Dario replied smoothly, his response carefully crafted to show respect without appearing desperate.

Niall felt a surge of satisfaction course through her veins. If Cullen and Dario formed a business alliance, it would create the perfect circumstances for her ultimate goal. The closer their professional relationship became, the more opportunities she would have to position herself strategically between them. Eventually, she could leverage that proximity to draw Dario completely into her orbit.

Her eyes shifted to Veronica with barely concealed contempt, imagining how easily she could eliminate this obstacle once her plan took shape.

Veronica, however, remained largely focused on her animated conversation with Gareth, occasionally tuning into the broader table dynamics but showing no signs of concern about the potential business discussions unfolding around her.

If Dario genuinely wanted to pursue a collaboration with Cullen, she saw no reason to interfere. Business was business, and profitable ventures deserved consideration regardless of personal complications.

As dinner concluded, the atmosphere shifted from formal dining to casual networking. Those with genuine business interests migrated toward the plush seating area, settling into leather couches and armchairs arranged for more intimate discussions.

Cullen's earlier mention of collaborating with DataPulse Co. had been somewhat spontaneous, leaving Veronica uncertain whether it would develop into concrete negotiations or remain merely polite conversation.

However, Hathaway Declan, another prominent figure among the evening's guests, demonstrated unmistakable enthusiasm for working with their company. Before the final course had even been cleared, he had already assembled his key team members around Dario, eager to explore potential partnerships.

Veronica naturally joined the discussion circle, understanding her role in the process.

While she possessed comprehensive knowledge of the technical aspects and innovative solutions their company offered, she recognized that Dario excelled in the art of negotiation and deal-making. His years of experience had taught him exactly when to push forward and when to pull back.

She positioned herself strategically but unobtrusively nearby, contributing only when her expertise was specifically needed. During a brief lull in conversation, she noticed Dario' glass had been emptied.

"I'll get you a refill," she offered quietly, reaching for the empty glass.

Dario glanced up with genuine appreciation. "Thanks, I'd appreciate that."

Watching Veronica fulfill what appeared to be an assistant's duties, both Niall and Huxley felt their earlier assumptions confirmed. It became increasingly clear to them that Veronica's role at DataPulse Co. was nothing more than glorified administrative support, designed primarily to make Dario' professional life more convenient.

Glass in hand, Veronica rose gracefully and began making her way toward the bar area. The path required navigating between clusters of networking professionals, each group engaged in their own intense business discussions.

As she approached the area where Cullen was engaged in conversation with several other executives, one of the nearby guests shifted unexpectedly while gesturing animatedly during his story.

The sudden movement caught Veronica completely off guard. His elbow connected with her shoulder, sending her stumbling forward with the glass still clutched in her hand.

Time seemed to slow as she lost her balance, her body pitching directly toward Cullen's position.

The collision was unavoidable. She found herself pressed against Cullen's solid chest, his arms instinctively coming up to steady her before she could fall completely.

The entire conversation stopped. Every person within viewing distance turned to witness the unexpected scene unfolding before them.

To casual observers, it appeared to be nothing more than an unfortunate accident caused by the crowded space and someone's careless movement. But in the world of high-stakes social maneuvering, coincidences were often viewed with suspicion.

Veronica was undeniably striking. Her figure possessed an elegant grace that commanded attention, while her flawless complexion seemed to glow under the ambient lighting.

While Niall certainly possessed her own magnetic beauty and sophisticated allure, many of the experienced men present found themselves privately acknowledging that Veronica held a slight advantage in terms of natural, unadorned attractiveness.

For most men in similar circumstances, having such a captivating woman fall directly into their arms would trigger an immediate physical and emotional response.

Cullen, however, proved to be the exception.

His expression remained completely neutral, showing neither surprise nor the slightest hint of attraction. His hands briefly steadied her shoulders with clinical efficiency before firmly but gently pushing her back to a safe distance.

Not even the faintest flicker of interest crossed his features.

Veronica only became fully aware of her predicament when Cullen's distinctive cologne reached her senses. The familiar scent triggered immediate recognition of exactly whose arms had broken her fall.

Once the reality of the situation registered completely, her expression shifted to one of professional composure. She straightened her posture with dignity and offered a simple, "Sorry," before turning away to continue her original mission.

To Niall and Huxley, however, the entire incident reeked of calculated manipulation.

Huxley couldn't resist a derisive laugh. "I warned you she wouldn't be able to control herself for long."

"Her desperate schemes are ultimately meaningless," Niall replied with satisfaction, having witnessed Cullen's complete indifference to Veronica's proximity. "His reaction tells us everything we need to know."

"Absolutely," Huxley agreed enthusiastically. "Cullen's lack of response should give you tremendous confidence about your position."

Niall's smile widened as she lowered her head, unable to completely hide her delight at this public confirmation of Cullen's immunity to Veronica's charms.

Meanwhile, Isaac observed the entire exchange with growing concern and disappointment.

He had initially perceived Veronica as genuinely modest and straightforward, but this incident forced him to reconsider his assessment. Perhaps he had been naive to assume she was above using feminine wiles to advance her position.