Chapter 372 You Have Disappointed Me
“I’m not clinging to him! You have misunderstood the situation!” Christina glared at Nathaniel, infuriated. Do I look like the type of woman who would cling to men whenever I feel like it?
The excellent impression he left on her earlier vanished inn an instant.
The scene of Francis and Christina standing close together repeated in Nathaniel’s mind as he peered at her with stifled emotions. “Promise me you won’t see him again.” This is her last chance!
“No. I’m not your belonging or your puppet!” The resolution in Christina’s eyes stung him.
It was as though a ball of fire was burning his body and rationality from the inside.
Once again, he clutched Christina’s neck tightly while he shoved his other hand to her back. She was thin, so he could feel her spine as he brushed his fingers over her fair, tender skin.
“You’re a lunatic! An animal! Release me!” Christina glowered at him. Unfortunately, he had transformed into a beast of rage, unable to listen to even a word she said.
“You forced me to do this!” Without hesitation, Nathaniel shredded her thin coat apart. When a cold gust swept through her dress, she trembled.
Powerless as an ant, she could do nothing to escape him. “I’m disappointed in you, Nathaniel.”
“Since you’ll never have any hope for me no matter what I do, I rather not waste my efforts anymore!” Nathaniel bit her neck, causing her to release a muffled grunt and weep.
He paused as her sobbing kept plucking on his nerves.
Suddenly, Christina heard people approaching them and was emotionally stung by their laughter and
chatter.
At that moment, she only had a thin dress on her. Additionally. Nathaniel had lifted her skirt to her thigh.
She couldn’t help but wonder what others would think if they saw her messy hair, torn coat, and teary
countenance.
“Leave,” Nathaniel barked coldly just as the approaching group was only a few steps away from the fake mountain.
The group of strangers promptly halted their steps. It wasn’t difficult to guess what a man and woman. were doing at an obscure corner.
Therefore, they rapidly left.
Nathaniel covered Christina’s body with his black coat, glanced at her, and left.
When a gust of wind pa*sed her by, the sandalwood scent on his coat entered her nose.
Christina was very tempted to throw the coat away. After composing herself, she ambled toward the gate.
Even though fireworks were going off in the sky, she wasn’t in the mood to enjoy them anymore.
Her depressive mood was a stark contrast to the gorgeous scenery behind her.
The driver had been waiting for a while when Christina arrived at the car. If Nathaniel hadn’t snatched her bag away, she would’ve taken a taxi back home instead of spending more time with him.
The atmosphere inside the vehicle was very tense as the couple didn’t speak a word to each other on the ride back.
Even the driver could feel the uneasy vibe coming from the back. They seemed happy when they left the residence earlier. Did they not enjoy their time in the amusement park?
Back in Scenic Garden Manor, Christina was the first to enter the building.
“Did you have fun today?” inquired Raymond.
“Ask him,” she replied before rushing upstairs.
Puzzled, Raymond turned back and saw Nathaniel walking in with a scowl. “Mr. Hadley, you and Mrs. Hadley-
“Send her supper upstairs,” requested Nathaniel without slowing his steps while ascending the stairs.
Christina bathed in hot water, which caused her pain when it touched the bite wounds on her shoulder. That b*stard! Is he a dog? Why did he bite me?
After changing into a long-sleeved nightgown and drying her hair, she heard the housekeeper knocking on the door.
“I have prepared supper, Mrs. Hadley. Would you like some?” The housekeeper was instructed not to mention Nathaniel was the one who gave the order.
“Sure,” answered Christina.
The housekeeper laid the bowl of food on the table and left.
When the fragrance of food traveled into her nose, Christina recalled she hadn’t eaten anything for the day as she spent the whole day playing in the amusement park.
Sitting before the coffee table, she finished the oatmeal before returning to her bed.
She couldn’t stop thinking about the scene at the fake mountain as she lay on the bed. A wave of humiliation washed over her, which brought a flood of rage into her heart as she slept.
At midnight, Nathaniel sneakily opened the door and strolled into the room.
He stared at Christina, whose body curled up at the corner of the bed like a cooked prawn while her black hair rested on the side like seaweed. In his eyes, she was as pretty as Sleeping Beauty.
The blanket that was previously on her body had been kicked off the bed.
The bedside lamp faintly illuminated her furrowed eyebrows. She looked quite pitiful as if she had been insulted.
Nathaniel pulled up the blanket and covered her body gently. Then, he smoothened her eyebrows tenderly.
Once calmness returned to her countenance, he left. I doubt she wants to see me right now.
The morning sunlight pierced through the clouds and landed in the bedroom.
Christina felt much better after a good night’s sleep.
After washing up and changing her clothes, she headed to the dining room.
She received an address and a message from Francis on her phone: Meet you here at nine. Don’t be late.
I wonder if Nathaniel will forbid me from leaving after what happened last night. When her train of thought. ended there, she asked probingly, “Where’s Mr. Hadley?”
The housekeeper served her a bowl of oatmeal. “He went to the office very early in the morning. He said you should ask the driver to take you anywhere you want to go.”
Christina was stunned for a moment, surprised. “Ask the driver to get the car up.”
“Yes.”
After breakfast, Christina requested the driver to take her to the address Francis sent her.
Half an hour later, she arrived at her destination..
Francis’ company was located in a mansion. There was a courtyard with a pond in it. The whole place looked more like a recreational center.
The door was not locked, so Christina strode right into the building.
When the employees noticed her, they thought she was just a random stranger. “Who are you? Leave
now.”
Christina stopped. “I’m the new stylist.”
A S**y woman approached her, examined her, and smirked. “How dare you pretend to be the stylist! Get out of here, phony!”
Christina’s eyebrows trembled slightly as she gazed at the woman. “You can ask Francis if I’m a phony. If he said I am, I’ll leave immediately.”
