Seeing that, Nathaniel ordered the bodyguard to drag her away.
Meanwhile, Sierra had come upstairs as she couldn’t find Alana anywhere downstairs. To her utter disbelief, she saw Alana clinging to the bodyguard and dancing in a sl’tty manner.
It was an appalling sight as she seemed like a stripper on the dancefloor.
Sierra’s face turned as dark as thunder. “What is wrong with her?”
With all her belongings packed up, Christina emerged from her room, casting a calm glance at Alana. “She sought to harm me, but now she’s experiencing the consequences of her own actions. Karma has caught up with her.”
Sierra’s eyes turned as wide as saucers as she had no idea Alana would be this despicable.
I was only trying to get on Christina’s nerves. If she were to truly get hurt, Nathaniel would be furious with me. Nathaniel’s face contorted into a scowl, his silence speaking volumes about his anger.
Grabbing Christina’s arm, he urged, “Let’s go home.”
Go home? Sharbrook Manor is my house. Since when did it become our home?
Christina bit back her annoyance and followed Nathaniel down the stairs, leaving Sierra to deal with the culprit who caused the commotion.
Dead silence ensued in the car.
Nathaniel cast a quick glance at the packed carrier bag Christina had with her. Looks like she’s determined not to come back, huh?
He shot the passenger seat a frosty look and ordered. “Sebastian, make sure to go to Scenic Garden Manor later and bring my suits and essential belongings to Sharbrook Manor.”
Sebastian’s lips twitched. Is he moving out? “Yes, Mr. Hadley.”
Christina couldn’t contain her frustration any longer. She turned around and met Nathaniel’s icy gaze with her own. “Sharbrook Manor is too small to accommodate your countless suits. Why are you acting so childish?”
“If you don’t want to stay with me, can’t I move there to stay with you?”
Nathaniel’s gaze was captivating, drawing her in like a powerful whirlpool and pulling her deeper into his
eyes.
The atmosphere became awkward once again.
Christina felt a rising resentment in her chest. Who is being unreasonable and demanding here?
Suddenly, the car veered sharply, causing the sound of the tires screeching against the asphalt to fill the
air.
Christina crashed into Nathaniel’s chest, feeling his warm breath on her face as her heart raced within her ribcage.
At the same time, Nathaniel’s instinctive reaction was to reach out and secure her waist in a protective grip. His brows furrowed with concern as he inquired. “Are you hurt?”
His voice carried a gentle tone, and Christina felt a comforting warmth envelop her heart.
She blushed prettily. “I’m fine.”
The anger that had consumed Nathaniel throughout the night dissipated upon hearing her coy voice.
Despite his hardened exterior, he was ready to shed his armor to embrace Christina in a warm and comforting hug.
He gently stroked her hair with his large hand and spoke in an affectionate tone. “All right. Stop being mad at me, hmm?”
Christina was no longer mad at him. She took his hand and told him. “I’m not mad anymore. You don’t have to move your clothes over. My carrier bag is full of cloth and tools.”
As it turned out, she had only gone back to retrieve her sewing tools, plus two jackets that she planned on leaving at the studio. The weather was getting colder, so she wanted them on hand in case she needed them.
She never had any intention of moving out.
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This is chapter 63, it got reupload as 64, can you please fix it?...