The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: A Sweet Misunderstanding

Editor: Henyee Translations

Was she that genius perfumer? The very perfume Noelle had been desperately trying to obtain had been created by her?

The faces of everyone who had been mocking Estelle moments ago turned deathly pale.

Everyone knew Star was looking for a partner, which was precisely why they had come tonight on behalf of their companies and families, yet they had managed to offend the Chief Perfumer of Star before the gala had even properly begun.

Noelle’s eyes widened with disbelief and fury. How was this possible? How could she be that mysterious perfumer? Didn’t that mean she had outshined her yet again?

"My apologies, everyone. Yara isn’t in a good mood, so we will go to the lounge for a break. We can discuss a potential partnership later." Henry waved a hand and a waiter immediately stepped forward to clear a path for them.

As they watched Estelle leave, the representatives of each company grew increasingly more anxious. At the same time, resentment toward Noelle began to simmer inside them.

Why hadn’t she explained anything when everyone had been calling Yara a mistress? She’d practically led them straight into this disaster.

Nathaniel’s gaze remained cold. After a brief pause, he turned and followed Estelle upstairs.

Noelle clenched her teeth and thought, ’No. I can’t let Nathaniel be alone with that woman!’

Not caring whether she would get humiliated or not, she hurried after them.

In the lounge, Estelle was sitting with her eyes half-closed when there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?"

"Me." This cold male voice immediately made her frown.

What was Nathaniel Sloan doing here? Had he come to stand up for his precious sweetheart?

"What do you want?"

Nathaniel’s tone was unreadable. "Open the door."

Estelle’s expression darkened. Who did he think he was to order her around?

Unfortunately, guests were constantly passing through the corridor, and she had no interest in creating unnecessary gossip. With a blank expression, she rose and opened the door. "Just spit it out."

"Dr. Lockwood, I’m so sorry." The moment the door opened, Noelle appeared before her, tears streaming down her face. "Nathaniel and I came to apologize. Please don’t take what happened earlier to heart..."

Estelle found the sight almost amusing. A smile tugged at her lips. "Mr. Sloan, did you ask her to apologize to me?"

Nathaniel met her gaze. "Yes."

"Oh? And what if I don’t accept her apology?"

Nathaniel’s expression didn’t change. "You can name your terms."

Estelle considered this for a moment before a mischievous idea popped into her mind. "In that case... why don’t you come into my lounge to have a private chat with me, Mr. Sloan?"

She deliberately emphasized the words "private chat".

Noelle’s expression changed immediately. "Dr. Lockwood, what do you mean by that...?"

Estelle cut her off with a bright smile. "I don’t mean anything by it, but you just accused me of being a mistress. If I didn’t do at least one thing a mistress would do, wouldn’t all those insults go to waste?"

The moment she finished speaking, Estelle suddenly tilted her body forward and Nathaniel instinctively reached out and caught her.

Noelle’s eyes nearly turned red with rage. That bitch! How dare she throw herself into Nathaniel’s arms!

A glimmer flashed through Estelle’s eyes.

In the past, when these two had flirted, hugged, and acted intimately right in front of her, she had endured it all.

Now, Noelle, who wasn’t even officially his wife, couldn’t stand to see a simple embrace? What kind of logic was that?

Nathaniel himself didn’t understand his reaction either. The moment he had seen her stumble, his only thought had been that he shouldn’t let her fall. Almost instinctively, he had pulled her into his arms.

The woman’s body was soft and warm and gave off a faint fragrance. For a brief moment, he froze.

Then, Estelle leaned closer and whispered next to his ear in a deliberately sweet voice, "Mr. Sloan, your little sweetheart just saw you holding me. She won’t get the wrong idea about us, will she?"

Nathaniel’s grip tightened slightly around her waist. "Miss Yara, our agreement clearly states that you are not to throw yourself at me..."

Before he could finish, a loud bang was heard.

The lounge door had slammed shut, leaving Noelle standing outside.

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