Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 304

Delilah was seething with rage, practically ready to explode.

Especially now, as they were surrounded by a crowd emerging from the event.

If there had been any doubts among the onlookers before, Hamilton's words just then had made Delilah's humiliation painfully clear.

"Hamilton," she hissed.

But Hamilton was over arguing. He simply grabbed Natalia's hand and led her away.

Natalia tried to pull away, but Hamilton wasn't having any of it.

"Stop struggling, Natalia, or I'll just carry you to the car. Your colleagues are watching."

Natalia felt her chest tighten with frustration.

"Hamilton, let me go! Don't make me turn on you!"

Hamilton just tightened his grip on her wrist and pulled her into the car without another word.

Once they were in the car, he asked, "Jealous?"

Natalia glared at him. "Why would I be jealous?"

But her tone was unmistakably sour, betraying her discomfort.

After all, Delilah officially held the title of his fiancée. His actions now, dragging Natalia into his drama, were degrading.

Holding Natalia's hand, Hamilton whispered, "What if I make our relationship public? Would that be better?"

Natalia yanked her hand back.

"Just leave me alone. That's better than anything."

Hamilton sighed, his heart heavy. "You're the mother of my child, the one I've always cared for, the one I'd fall for again even if I lost my memory. Who else would I be obsessed with if not you?"

He caressed her wrist gently, "I'll try to regain my childhood memories. I'll bring back the Hamilton you knew."

Natalia stiffened.

After a long pause, she chuckled bitterly, "It's too late for that. Even if you remember, some things can never be undone."

Hamilton gently caressed her cheek.

"But at least, we can have fewer regrets."

Their relationship was laden with regrets; reducing them, even slightly, was worth any effort.

The word "regret" made Natalia's eyes well up.

Indeed, all they had left was regret.

Hamilton took Natalia straight to a hotel.

He ordered dinner from a renowned local eatery.

"Try this. If it's good, I'll order from here for you. I checked it out this afternoon; it's clean, and they use the best ingredients."

Natalia frowned, about to protest.

Hamilton chuckled, "Consider it doing the best for our child."

Natalia bit her lip, swallowing her objections. After all, he was the father of her child.

Their meal was eaten in silence.

Afterwards, Hamilton prepared a bath as if he had done it a thousand times before.

Natalia watched him, puzzled.

"Hamilton, I can do these things myself."

Even though she was pregnant, she wasn't helpless.

But Hamilton just lifted her into the bathroom.

"Natalia, I'm just trying to win your favor."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words.

She avoided his gaze and whispered, "You don't have to."

Hamilton just smiled and didn't push further.

After her bath, Hamilton was sitting on the sofa. Hearing her, he grabbed a hairdryer.

Once he dried her hair, he asked, "Can you tell me about our childhood?"

Natalia froze.

She got up and walked to the bed.

"There's nothing to tell."

She preferred to forget those memories herself, the source of her pain.