A Cue for Love novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106 You Are An Animal

Jerome’s hands were now gripping Yandel’s collar tightly.

“How on earth would I know, Jerome?” Dumbfounded, Yandel paused to compose himself before adding, “I don’t know the details, but I believe she must have her reason for doing so.”

“What reason could there possibly be?” Anger flitted past Jerome’s dark eyes as he barked, “What on earth could be more important than her own life?”

All Yandel could do was helplessly purse his lips.

He, too, was worried about Natalie’s wellbeing and safety.

However, the intensity of his worry was nothing compared to Jerome’s.

Just as Yandel was scratching his head over how to reassure Jerome, his phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Yandel, it’s me.” Natalie’s calm voice traveled from the phone’s speakers, sending a rush of relief down Yandel’s spine.

“Boss, are you all right?” he instantly asked.

“It was only a small injury,” Natalie replied smilingly on the other end of the call. “I won’t die from it.”

“I was worried sick-” Before Yandel could finish his words, Jerome, who was right beside him, snatched the phone.

“Why would a perfectly healthy lady like yourself talk about death all the time? It’s bad luck!” Jerome shouted.

Natalie’s amused grin grew wider upon hearing Jerome’s voice. She teased, “You little rascal, how could you yell at me? It seems like you’ve become ruder now that you’re older now, huh?”

She and Jerome had grown up in the same town.

The latter was two years younger than her and had followed her around like a loyal pet.

Jerome was much scrawnier as a kid, unlike his currently tall and muscular build. Because of that, he often got picked on by the kids in his town. It was Natalie who threw stones and chased those bullies away every time.

While Natalie was the daughter of the prestigious Nichols family, Jerome had a powerful identity too.

He was the grandson of Finley Blackburn, a significant figure within the military and political world. Not only that, but he was also the sole descendant of the Blackburn family. Thus, one could say he was someone important.

“Who do you think you’re calling a little rascal?” Jerome muttered.

“Well, if you don’t want to be my little rascal, then I’m going to hang up.”

“You-”