A Divorce After My Rebirth novel Chapter 465

Natalie stepped forward.

When Irwin caught sight of her fragile figure, his eyes dimmed momentarily. When she stopped by his side, he swiftly removed his trench coat and draped it over Natalie's head.

Pulling her close to him, he whispered with a tone of reproach, "Did he let you out like this?!"

His crisp breath lingered by Natalie's ear, and not far behind... she could feel a burning gaze fixated on her.

Natalie took a deep breath and refused to look back. Faced with Irwin's tenderness, she calmly said, "Let's go."

Irwin was silent.

Meeting the piercing crimson eyes from a distance, Irwin's lips... curled into a bitter smile!

Who had won in this scenario?

Neither of them!

Natalie seemed too composed, too cold—as if she had been stripped of all emotion.

Irwin ushered Natalie into the car. This time, Cedric's men didn't intervene.

Everything proceeded smoothly.

Inside the car, Natalie gazed at the unfamiliar surroundings, her eyes still clouded with emptiness.

"Do you regret it?" Irwin took a drag from his cigarette, his voice deep and thoughtful.

Natalie responded, "The plants here in Wexford are entirely different from Simeria."

Though she didn't directly answer Irwin's question, her statement indirectly conveyed everything.

Irwin was silent.

Natalie was such a minx! It felt as if she enjoyed torturing others... and devouring their hearts!

As Natalie suspected, everything here was unlike Simeria. Not just the flora, but even the architecture was different.

The people here seemed to like huge manors as Natalie recalled how big Klitz Manor had been.

Now, Irwin's manor also exuded a distinct charm.

Outside the wooden corridor, rain pattered against the coconut trees.

"It seems to rain a lot here," Natalie remarked.

Irwin responded, "The weather here is like this. It rains for at least half the month, so the atmosphere is humid."

This took Irwin by surprise.

Natalie lifted the glass of milk in front of her and took a sip.

It had sugar in it!

She disliked it, setting the glass down after just one sip. Irwin's demeanor grew more intense once he understood what had happened.

A servant was standing nearby. Irwin had repeatedly instructed him to ensure that Natalie's meals were prepared to her liking. When he sensed the change in Irwin's demeanor, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Fetch another glass," Irwin commanded.

"Y-yes, sir!" the servant hurriedly responded, bringing Natalie an unsweetened glass of milk.

As the servant set the glass down, Natalie noticed his trembling hands. She glanced at Irwin with a smile on her lips.

"You don't have to act this way. Your people seem frightened."

"They should be," Irwin responded coldly.

Natalie fell silent.

Should they?