Chapter 1170 Bring You Home
“That’s not possible!” Natalie seemed to be replying to Bastien, but it felt like she was trying to convince herself instead. Being held captive by him with such a method rendered her tantamount to being his puppet. The only way she could threaten him was to go on a hunger strike, which was foolish beyond words. Unlike her, he had plenty of ways to force her to comply with his wishes.
She had been waiting for Samuel to save her as he was the only one she could trust. Seeing that Natalie refused to believe the truth, Bastien moved his hand downward and forcefully gripped her chin.
“Natalie, why won’t you forget about Samuel? How am I inferior to him? I’m willing to give you everything—my heart and the noblest status in the country!” he questioned.
Tears welled up in Natalie’s eyes as she stared at him with reddened eyes. “But… I don’t love you…” she said. Natalie did not need Bastien to treat her well.
It did not matter to her whether or not he treated her well. All she knew was that she never harbored romantic feelings toward Bastien, unlike the deep love she had for Samuel.
Even though she still did not hate Bastien then, she did not like him romantically. In fact, she was confident that her feelings would never change over the course of time. Bastien’s felt his heart turning cold when he heard her words. She hurt me time and again…
Needless to say, he was hurt, and the pain he felt prompted him to tighten his grip on her chin.
“You’d better stop having unrealistic thoughts about Samuel! He is trying to turn the case around for you by attacking the Leitz family, but he will never come to save you since he thinks you’re dead. In terms of wits and strategies, he’s no match for me.” “Bastien, you…”
Menace was seen all over Bastien’s face as he smirked. Then, he pulled out a hyper-realistic mask from his pocket and threw it beside Natalie.
“You have one month to recover completely. One month later, I will hold a wedding ceremony at Luna Palace to marry you officially. This is the hyper-realistic mask I had someone create for you specifically. Once you wear it, you will be my Lune. To the public, you’ll be known as Lunetta Lovas. No one will know your true identity. If you refuse to cooperate, I won’t show mercy to that maid, your five kids, and even Samuel!”
Natalie shot a glance at the hyper-realistic mask and muttered, “Bastien, don’t you have any other methods besides threatening me?”
“I see no need to change my method as long as threatening works.” Bastien released her chin and stood up slowly. “Of course, when you fall in love with me and are willing to stay by my side, I won’t have to do this anymore.”
With that, he left the weak Natalie behind. As she toyed with the hyper-realistic mask, an endless sense of irony filled her heart. Lune?
In Loang, the moon symbolized nobility, auspiciousness, and good fortune. Only daughters of royal officials were allowed to have names related to the moon.
Bastien clearly went to great lengths to ensure that he could legally keep me by his side. I do not doubt that he has a way of making me recover fully within a month. What should I do about the wedding ceremony? Do I really have no choice but to marry him?
Death was like putting out the lamp. Everyone grieved over Natalie’s death, but no matter how reluctant they were to part from her, life still had to go on.
Further investigation into the psychotropic drug trafficking case revealed that it was a setup. The authorities arrested a scapegoat and proved that Natalie and Dream Corporation were innocent. On the surface, it seemed like everything had been completely covered up.
The matter ended on a good note. After all, justice was served, and the misunderstanding was resolved. Alas, the dead could not come back to life.
On the day of the funeral, everyone saw Samuel standing in the rain, staring unblinkingly at the photo of the woman on the tombstone. It was pouring, but he did not seem to realize it.
The crowd assumed he was grieving over the death of his late wife and did not disturb him.
As Samuel looked at the photo of the woman on the tombstone, he whispered, “Nat, where are you? Hold on for a while more. You must wait for me! Don’t worry; I won’t go back on my word. I will bring you home, no matter what!”
