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Chapter 212 Tragedy
Natalie’s eyelashes fluttered as her hands stopped.
Even though Ida had been through a lot, she couldn’t help but sigh again as she recalled the past.
“Shanice Zarate was a famous and talented socialite in Dellmoor when she was young. After she was
married into the Bowers family, she gave birth to Mr. Samuel and Mr. Steven. However, one night, when
her sons were fast asleep, she cut her own wrists. Mr. Samuel was only five at that time. He woke up
after he smelled the scent of blood. The moment his eyes opened, he saw his mother covered in blood
as she passed away.”
Natalie knew rich families like the Bowers family had a lot of secrets, but she never thought Samuel had
to live with such a tragic experience. He was five years old. Clayton and Xavian are five years old this
year. I can’t imagine the despair and pain Samuel went through after seeing his mother die by suicide.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Natalie…” Ida held her hand tightly. “I hope you’ll be the one to bring warmth into Mr. Samuel’s heart.”
Natalie wasn’t sure how to respond to that, but upon seeing the desperate hope in the old woman’s eyes,
she nodded reluctantly as a vague answer.
After she finished helping Ida, Natalie returned to the living room.
Ever since she entered the building, she hadn’t had the chance to take off the dress she had been
wearing since the press conference. It was hindering her movement.
Samuel glanced at her before turning to Ida. “Ms. Heath, can you give Nat a change of clothes? Her
dress is dirty.”
“I’ll go and find one right now.” Ida then headed upstairs.
Once the old woman was out of earshot, Natalie bit her lip and asked, “Who gave you permission to call
me ‘Nat’?”
“Everyone can call you ‘Natalie’,” he scoffed. “So, I’m not going to call you by the name that everyone
else does. I want to call you by a nickname that only the closest person to you can call.”
“You-” She gritted her teeth and suddenly found herself speechless in front of him. Even though he was
gone for half a month, not only did he not back off, he even forces himself closer and closer to me.
He stood up from the couch, held her waist, and whispered in her ear, “Just a nickname is enough to
throw you off balance? How would you react when I do and say more intimate things to you?”
Her body tensed up as his hot breath brushed past her earlobes.
At that moment, Ida descended with a green gown.
Upon hearing the old woman’s footsteps, Natalie pushed Samuel away and tried to calm her pounding
heart.
“My clothes are torn and old. It isn’t suitable for you to wear. That is why I decided to give you this
instead.” Ida handed the gown to Natalie. “This belonged to Ms. Shanice. I’ve been keeping it as a
memento. I didn’t think it’ll be of use today.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Thank you, Ms. Heath.” Natalie proceeded to head inside a room to change.
She didn’t feel too different after changing into the gown and walking out of the room.
However, Samuel’s eyes lit up when he saw her in that outfit.
The graceful green gown managed to outline her slender figure perfectly. Her fair and smooth legs, like
an antique porcelain vase, possessed an ivory luster.
Natalie looked around. “Where’s Ms. Heath?”
“She went back to her room to rest because she was getting tired,” he answered as he was still gazing at
her. “She’s also trying to set us up together, so there’s only one room for the both of us.”
“I’ll take the couch.” She took a few steps toward the furniture before he held her wrist.
“You don’t sleep on the couch,” Samuel said in a low voice. “If anyone’s going to sleep on the couch, it’s
me. You’ll be sleeping on the bed.”