Nathaniel froze as Christina’s breath and the sound of her alluring voice encapsulated his ear.
The coy manner in which she was behaving disarmed him immediately, causing the anger he harbored inside to dissipate.
He was attracted by her smarts, but it was her coy demeanor that made her irresistible to him.
As they locked gazes with each other,‘ sparks could be seen flying in every direction.
Lifting her chin with his fingers, Nathaniel broke into a devilish smile before planting his lips on hers.
His warm breath subsequently enveloped her, heating up the atmosphere around them.
The next day, rays of the morning sun flooded the room.
The warmth it brought gradually woke Christina, while its light accentuated the beautiful silhouette of her body.
As Nathaniel had already gotten out of bed, she decided it was time for her to do the same.
The early winter breeze that blew felt particularly refreshing.
After Christina got herself changed and left the room, the housekeeper had already prepared breakfast for her.
As for Felicia, her routine was to rise early and have breakfast after her morning meditation.
Once Christina was done with her food, the housekeeper led her to a small pavilion in the courtyard.
Felicia was enjoying her coffee there. The sight of her relishing her golden years brought a sense of stability to anyone who saw her.
However, there was a lanky figure right beside her.
“Good morning, Grandma,” Christina greeted respectfully.
Felicia nodded in acknowledgment. “Please have a seat and make yourself at home.”
Upon coming forward, Christina saw the figure who had his back facing her turn around. The moment he saw her, a smile emerged across his face.
Francis poured a cup of hot coffee for her. “Today’s coffee is excellent. Why don’t you give it a try?”
The sight of him took Christina by surprise. Why is Francis showing up now instead of Felicia’s birthday yesterday?
After Christina took a seat beside Felicia, the latter and Francis continued their chat.
Francis was telling her interesting stories from the entertainment industry. The eloquence in his storytelling naturally delighted her.
Despite the peace in the courtyard, the atmosphere in the house was anything but that.
Linda stormed into the room in her red gown.
When her gaze fell upon the bed, it was clear that two had slept in it.
Holding Charlie’s wrist, she complained, “Did you sleep with her last night?”
Julia, in the midst of tidying up her hair, snorted in response. “We’re a married couple. Sleeping together is well within our legal rights, unlike someone else.”
“You…” Linda’s eyes widened in rage. “Charlie, she’s mocking me. You have to stand up for me.”
Charlie had been in a good mood since the night before. While spending time with Julia, he realized how elegant and genuine she was.
Truth be told, he liked the manner in which both of them interacted. In comparison, Linda’s demanding behavior triggered a sense of resentment from him.
Not wanting to spark another argument, Charlie comforted her softly, “Enough. Since you’re here, why don’t you spend some time with Mom.”
The mention of Felicia caused Linda’s expression to darken. “Your mom doesn’t like me. Talking to her is just asking for trouble. Every year, she would forbid me from showing up on her birthday. I would only be allowed to come once it was over and all the guests had left. Do you know how miserable that makes me feel?”
Felicia never accepted Linda for all these years, resulting in their dysfunctional relationship.
The latter was not allowed to attend her birthday and all other family gatherings.
It was clear from her actions that she would never approve of Linda.
Cognizant of the fact and not wanting to anger his mother, Charlie would always choose to console the latter.
However, in recent years, he grew increasingly frustrated with her every time she brought the matter up.
Upon putting her comb down, Julia got to her feet. She looked particularly elegant in the gown she was wearing.
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