Chapter 683
“I just told you it was dangerous to jump over the balcony, yet you’re about to do it again. Don’t you listen to me at all?” Natalie punched him. “Leave through the front door.”
Brandon stroked her hair. He chuckled and said, “My dear wife.” He pinched her angry cheek and kissed her lips.
“Don’t push it!” Natalie’s face glowed with fury. She raised her hand to hit Brandon again, but he avoided the blow. His long legs carried him down the stairs. She listened to his footsteps as he left.
Natalie wept into her hands. ‘Tine, just live next door. We won’t meet since we have very different working hours.” She calmed down and was about to leave the room, when she saw Brandon leaning against the railing. He gazed at her, grinning. “Don’t worry, new neighbor. We’ll have plenty of opportunities to meet again.” Smiling, he turned and strode out.
The next morning, when Natalie opened her curtains, she saw his luxury car drive away.
Brandon had left for work. She breathed a sigh of relief, packed documents in her bag and headed to work
The moment Natalie arrived at the W Marks Studio, her phone rang.
“Miss White, are you free today? 1 would like to discuss some details of the project with you.” Mr. L’s voice sounded hoarse.
“I’m free right now. Can you send me the address?” Natalie stood up in excitement.
“Meet me at 10:30 in Corrin’s Cafe. There will be a bunch of tulips on the table so you can easily find me.” Mr. L then hung up the phone before Natalie could ask for more details.
She checked the clock. “It’s ten o’clock already? 1 must hurry. I can’t be late!”
As Natalie passed Elizabeth, she asked, “Elizabeth, do you have a lot of work this morning? Would you like to come with me to meet this Mr. L?”
“1 can come along, but 1 won’t sit with you. If he sees you need support, he could doubt your professional ability.” Elizabeth packed up her stuff. Mr. L was a strange man. It was a good idea to go with Natalie.
His requirement for anonymity was odd. And why Mr. L? Elizabeth smiled as an idea lit up in her mind. She wanted to know whether her guess was correct.
With a sigh of relief, Natalie said, “He said he would put flowers on the table so I can easily recognize him. This meeting is so strange. If you keep an eye on him for me, you can call the police if anything happens.” Natalie hailed a taxi.
When they arrived at the cafe, Elizabeth saw a tall and straight man sitting by the window. He raised his wrist to check the time as if he was waiting for someone.
“There he is. Do you see the bunch of tulips on the table?” Elizabeth nudged Natalie’s shoulder.
“I should make a phone call first.” Natalie called Mr. L. The man sitting by the window picked up his phone and answered it.
“It seems that you are right. Here I go.” Natalie met Mr. L with a document in her hand.
Elizabeth found another nearby table by the window and sat down to observe
“Hello, sir. I’m Natalie, the designer.”
Natalie smiles, lifting her hand to shake hands with the man. He looked handsome and mature but a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.
With a confused smile, the man took Natalie’s hand and shook it, but then he asked, “Sorry, who are you?”
“You invited me here.” To ease the embarrassment, Natalie smiled calmly. She noticed the man’s frown and tentatively asked, “You’re Mr. L, right?”
When the man met her gaze, Natalie saw the conflicted look in his eyes. Then he nodded as if finally understanding. Seemingly enlightened he said, “Yes. I’m here to discuss the collaboration with you. I’m sorry. It’s been a busy day. I could hardly keep up with my schedule.”
The man invited Natalie to sit down. His every move was graceful and noble and the expensive suit and watch were enough indication of his success.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Natalie sat down. At first, she had suspicions about the collaboration. But the man in front of her seemed really rich. That only meant he could really pay the price he offered.
“These are some designs I drafted. But since I don’t have enough information about what style the lady is into, 1 adapted popular trends these days and of course, added some of my ideas.” Natalie took out her designs and put them in front of the man.
In response, the man, Clyde Lambert, took out a personal resume and handed it to Natalie. “Here are some things you need to know about me first.
With a nod, Natalie accepted and opened the file. Clyde’s personal information was listed on the document, including his job, his hobbies, and so on.
Clyde flipped through the drawings. He liked the designs. Looking up at Natalie, he said calmly, “Did you design these for my mom? This is still a little early but your kindness is appreciated.”
A few seconds passed before Natalie could snap out of her trance and smile. “Oh, it’s hardly kindness. I am simply doing my job. We had a deal.”
This was so strange! Had she gone to the wrong person after all? Why did Clyde say that?
Natalie closed the resume and was about to say something but Clyde beat her to it. “It’s not really a deal, is it? Aren’t you the date Hayes introduced me to? Though. 1 don’t remember anything about you being a designer, Miss Gray.”
“Oh, 1 have no idea who this Hayes person is and my surname is not Gray either. It seemed I got the wrong person.” Natalie quickly stood up now that she confirmed her mistake. She collected her design to put it back in her bag.
Before leaving, she frowned and asked, “If you’re not Mr. L, why did said yes’ earlier?”
“My family name is Lambert. I thought that’s just the way you address me.” Clyde leisurely fixed his tie and added, “Besides, you fit the description Hayes gave me. You have a professional suit on and a gentle and beautiful appearance. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. I’m really sorry. But if my memory serves me right, you’re the one who came over and sat first.”
“I’m sorry. I won’t disturb you anymore. I’ll leave now.” Natalie immediately apologized.
But when she was taking the documents on the table, she accidentally knocked over the water glass. Half a glass of water spilled over the papers, soaking it until the paint and ink spread.
Clyde quickly picked up the cup, all the while taking a few pieces of tissue to wipe the paintings.
“No! I’m going to meet a client soon. I’m so doomed.” Natalie was so focused on sorting out the wet papers that she didn’t notice their hands touching.
