Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth novel Chapter 86

Helen was momentarily taken aback before she answered casually with a chuckle, “No, I don’t think so, Mrs. Hadley.”

Pausing briefly, she continued, “I reckon Ms. Ada is also in her twenties. Don’t all girls of that age have bright eyes?”

Julia felt that it made sense, and her gaze fell on the design drafts once more.

She scrutinized them time and again. In truth, she wanted to fabricate a gown out of every design though she knew that she was making things difficult for everyone.

Ultimately, her goal was to choose the one to her greatest satisfaction, for she was determined to be the most outstanding guest when she attended the banquet.

Puzzled, Helen asked in curiosity, “I heard that Ms. Christina is also a designer. Why don’t you ask her to design a gown for you?”

She was aware that Julia did not like Christina. However, the same could not be said of Nathaniel. Since the two of them had a row over Christina’s presence, their initially unharmonious relationship. deteriorated further.

When Julia abruptly heard Christina’s name while studying the design drafts she found satisfactory, her face promptly went as black as thunder.

“Don’t mention that woman to me. She’s nothing more than a country bumpkin, a piece of trash despised by the Steele family. How is she worthy of designing a gown for me? I’ll never wear her design, even if there are no other designers in this world!”

In the past, Nathaniel would still give me a call and come over to dine with me every two weeks or a month. But because I had a quarrel with Christina back then, he now ignores me completely. This is all on her!

The sudden change in her aura gave Helen a fright, and the latter’s breathing caught.

Whoa! It looks like Mrs. Hadley doesn’t only dislike Ms. Christina. Instead, her aversion to the latter has reached the point of contempt! From the look of things, it isn’t quite possible to ease the tension in their relationship.

Meanwhile, Christina sprawled on the bed like a starving rabbit drained of all energy after hanging up the phone.

She perused the ten design drafts she had drawn over the past few days repeatedly, but she could not find a single fault with any of them.

Worse still, Julia would not tell her the kind of style she liked or the aspect she found dissatisfactory.

I’m not a neuron in her head, so how could I possibly know what exactly she wants?

When Nathaniel had finished his work, he went into the bedroom.

At once, he was greeted by the sight of the orange and yellow hues of the setting sun streaming in through the window and Christina sprawled on the bed languidly. Her white pajamas outlined her slender waist, and she had her calves crossed behind her in mid-air. Her face was also puffed up in annoyance, rendering her incredibly adorable.

“What are you thinking about?” Walking over, he sat down beside her.

Christina turned to look at him. With her limpid eyes shimmering, she whined aggrievedly, “Mrs. Hadley doesn’t like my designs. Ugh, I’m at a total loss.”

Lifting a hand, Nathaniel pinched her cheek and coaxed, “Never mind her. How much did she offer you? I’ll pay you double.”

Christina’s heart sank, and she felt so irate that words eluded her. The urge to clobber him over the head seized her.

Argh! I don’t have my eyes set on the money, okay? Instead, it’s because I know she’s his mother, so I really want to use this opportunity to change her perception of me. But now, I can’t even design a satisfactory gown that she likes. That’s the only reason for this crushing sense of defeat!

“Don’t fret over it anymore. Come, I’ll take you out for some fun.”

Scooping her up from the bed, Nathaniel strode into the walk-in closet and picked a gown for her to change into.

He gently lifted the strap on her shoulder, giving her such a scare that she shrieked like a frightened. kitten. “W-What are you doing?”

“How are you going out without changing?” Having said that solemnly, he again moved to slip her strap down recklessly.

The strap was thin, so it snapped with a light tug. Christina’s snow-white skin was bared to his sight, sparking his desire like a match to hay.