Chapter 1182 Hatred For Snatching His Wife
In the middle of the hall, Bastien glanced at Natalie from the corner of his eye, only to catch her gazing at a certain someone under the stage with eyes filled with adoration.
After following her gaze, he realized the person she was staring at was none other than Samuel. “Be mindful of where you’re at now.” The muscles on Bastien’s face were taut as he warned her in a low voice, “Control your gaze.”
When Natalie tilted her head slowly, the beads on her tiara collided with one another, emitting a crisp and pleasant jingle.
She chuckled and said sarcastically, “I can’t help it. My eyes can only see the people I want to see. If you think I’m not obedient enough, you shouldn’t have brought him over here in the first place. It’s your business that you want to destroy me and satisfy the desire of crushing your love rival, but it’s my freedom to look at whoever I want!”
“You—” Bastien was once again provoked by Natalie’s words. “Do not forget your current identity!” “What will you do to me if I choose to forget about it?” Natalie pursed her red lips. The arrogance in her bones made it impossible for her to give in to him.
It was her incompetence and carelessness that caused her to be threatened and schemed against till then. However, Natalie could never behave like an obedient bird in a cage and learn to please him according to his preferences.
She would rather die than flatter Bastien. After uttering that sentence, Natalie tilted her head away from him and fixed her gaze on Samuel again.
Envy bubbled up inside Bastien when he saw that she had ignored him again. That bitter emotion was so overwhelming that he could not be bothered to observe the proprieties, crossing over the silk ribbon and standing next to Natalie. He then held her hand tightly, using that action to make her know who would be her spouse in the future.
Natalie refused to give in, but she could only let Bastien hold her hand as everyone in the hall was watching them.
The relatives of the royal family and esteemed guests under the stage took in the “public display of affection” from the couple and were utterly impressed.
“I didn’t anticipate that an otherworldly flawless man like Prince Jonathan could be so clingy when he’s in love!”
“Exactly! People say that even the most heroic man is bound to fall for a woman’s beauty. I’d say the youngest daughter of the Lovas family is blessed to marry Bastien!”
“They are a match made in heaven! I don’t think this is an arranged marriage, as they are obviously deeply in love with each other!”
“I agree! I agree!”
The crowd could not stop sending their blessings to the couple.
Meanwhile, a storm was brewing silently inside Samuel’s dark eyes.
His flawless face did not show much of his emotions, but his fists were clenched so hard that his knuckles cracked. The sounds were so loud that even Yandel, sitting next to him, heard them.
Yandel tilted his head to glance at Samuel and was frightened by the dark look in his eyes.
“Samuel, w-what’s with that look?” He choked on his wine, and his speech was slightly incoherent due to his violent coughing. “You… You look like you have a deep-seated hatred for him… because he snatched your wife. Do you have to look so scary?”
Hearing that, Samuel gave him a meaningful look.
Yandel was rendered speechless.
His gaze is too scary! Why does it feel like he’s wordlessly telling me that I got it right?
“Billy, how are the preparations?” Samuel stopped looking at Yandel and turned to gaze at Billy instead.
“Mr. Bowers, everything is ready,” answered Billy in a solemn manner.
“Okay.”
Just as Yandel wanted to ask what Samuel and Billy were whispering about, Jerome suddenly weaved through the crowd and came to Samuel’s side. Anxiousness was written all over his face, and he was still panting as he grabbed Samuel’s arm. The man had a question and a big one at that.
He refused to believe that Samuel failed to notice the suspicions when even he did.
“Samuel, tell me. What is going on?” Jerome asked the second he regained steady breathing.
