Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth novel Chapter 185

Nathaniel stepped forward to greet Sharon. “Mom.”

He might not be a man of many words, but his actions spoke volumes about his demeanor.

Christina linked arms with her mother and Nathaniel, leading them to the dining table. “Let’s dig in. I’m starving.”

The three of them sat at the table and began eating.

Christina was the only one chatting away during the meal. The household kitchen knew of her love for shrimp, and the chef would always prepare shrimp scampi when Christina was dining at home.

Nathaniel dutifully shelled the shrimp for her while she nattered away.

She made quick work of the shrimp and shot Nathaniel a doe–eyed look of anticipation.

Sharon watched on in disbelief as Nathaniel shelled each shrimp carefully and handfed Christina.

Is this really the proud, distant Mr. Hadley that everyone speaks of? I thought he would be some aloof man, but he’s so

sweet toward Christina!

Back then, Sharon had been bedridden for several days after learning that Gideon had married Christina off to the Hadley family for

money.

Sharon cleared her throat and said, “Christina, shell your own shrimp. Don’t dirty Nathaniel’s hands.”

A CEO’s hands are meant for more important things like holding a fountain pen and signing contracts.

Christina pouted and defended herself, “I’d love to shell my own shrimp, but Nathaniel won’t let me. He likes to do it for me. Isn’t that right, Nathaniel?”

“Yes.” He followed up with his brief reply by feeding Christina another freshly shelled shrimp.

Sharon cringed internally at their public display of affection.

Although the butler and the help were usually immune to the couple’s sappy behavior and Nathaniel’s penchant for romantic and cringeworthy gestures, they happened to let down their guard then and squirmed.

So… cringey.

After dinner, Christina accompanied Sharon for a stroll in the front yard.

The night breeze was rather chilly, so Christina draped her jacket over her mother’s shoulders. She also held her mother’s hand tenderly, just like in old times.

The pair talked for a long time. Christina took the opportunity to thank Sharon for being with her while she worked through the rocky parts of her life.

Sharon stroked her daughter’s face gently and uttered apologetically, “I’m sorry my illness has caused you so much trouble all these years.”

The mention of her past always filled Sharon with a wave of guilt.

“Don’t say that, Mom. You’re my mother. As my family, you’re my pillar of support,” Christina replied. reassuringly before enveloping Sharon in a hug.

Sharon continued to stroke Christina’s hair as tears welled in her eyes. “Christina…”

She had been concealing the truth about Christina’s background for a long time. Is it time for me to come clean? But will she be mad at me and ignore me if she knows I’ve been lying to her? I can’t afford to lose this precious relationship with her.

Before she could utter a word, Christina piped up. “It’s getting late. The wind’s getting stronger too. You should get some rest.”

Christina settled her mother in a room on the second floor and even poured her a glass of warm milk.

She only left the room once Sharon was asleep.

When she returned to the room, Nathaniel was already out of the shower. He was scrolling the financial news on a tablet while sitting on the couch.

“You’re not sleeping yet?” asked Christina while eyeing the contents on his tablet.

He spends the daytime poring over documents and attending meetings. In his free time, he reads through more Anglandurn and numbers. Aren’t his eyes tired?

Nathaniel looked up at her. A pair of glasses sat neatly across his nose bridge. He exuded both elegance and austerity.

“Is Mom asleep?” he asked.

Christina curled into his lap and mumbled, “Mm–hmm. Fast asleep.”

That cheeky minx.