Part 3Eavesdropping on My Fiances Secret System

I was wrong.

The next morning, I was jolted awake by a digitized snark-fest.

[You’ve been staring at her for thirty minutes. Are you trying to be late for work?]

Roman’s voice was lazy, heavy with morning grit. "I’m the boss."

The System went silent for a beat.

[God, I hate the 1%. I really do.]

[So what if you’re the boss? She still doesn't love you. Hehehe...]

This time, it was Roman who fell silent.

"If you can't say something useful, go bark at a wall."

The System: [...]

[So mean. No wonder she's indifferent.]

I used every ounce of my acting training to pretend I was still asleep. It was the performance of my life.

By the time I finally "woke up," Roman had already made breakfast.

Exactly one portion.

He sat there, eating a few bites, then habitually pushed the rest toward me.

[Aha! I knew it! You only make one portion so you can have the 'honor' of eating her leftovers!]

[You’re a sick, twisted second-lead, aren't you? This is your kink!]

Roman bit into his toast. "If you’re that bored, go lick a frozen pole."

The System: [...]

I choked on my water, coughing violently. Roman was up in a second, his hand firm but surprisingly gentle as he patted my back.

"Slow down," he said, his voice as calm as a deep lake. "No one’s taking it from you."

My face flushed a deep crimson.

At the start of our engagement, he did make two portions. But as an actress, I was constantly on a strict diet for roles, and I could never finish. Eventually, he started making one "mega-plate"—nutrient-dense, beautifully plated. I’d eat what I needed, and he’d finish the rest so nothing went to waste.

I’d always thought it was just practical. Now, thanks to the System, it felt… intimate. Charged.

After breakfast, my assistant, Jade, arrived to take me to the studio. I had a cover shoot for a major fashion magazine—a long-scheduled event.

I certainly didn't expect to run into my ex, Sebastian Hart.

He wasn't the broke, struggling musician I’d dated years ago. He was a global icon now. He was wearing a vintage leather jacket, his dark hair swept back, his eyes sharper, harder than I remembered.

For a second, I didn't recognize the man who had once written songs for me in a cramped studio apartment.

Then he spoke, and the years melted away. "Nora. It's been a long time."

Remembering what the System said about "Second Chance Romances," I felt a spike of anxiety. I nodded with cold professionalism.

"Sebastian. Good to see you."

His smile faltered. His eyes darkened with a familiar, wounded look.

I had no intention of catching up, so I tried to walk past him. But he wasn't having it. He caught my wrist, his grip firm.

"Nora, please. Don't talk to me like I’m a stranger."

I frowned, trying to pull away. "Let go, Sebastian."

He was stubborn. He always had been. "We need to talk. Five minutes."

"There's nothing to say. Let go."

[Oh my god! Touching already? The plot is moving so fast!]The Voice was practically squealing.[That’s my hero! So much more chemistry than the Ice King!]

I stiffened.

A second later, a voice like a sub-zero wind echoed down the hallway.

"She told you to let go. Are you deaf, or just stupid?"