The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Of Course, You Have to Sleep Together to See the Real Deal

There were many ways to keep Nathaniel Sloan from going out, like pretending to be sick.

In Zachery’s mind, the young master was clever and resourceful. Keeping their scumbag dad from leaving should have been easy; faking an illness would have been a cinch!

’But what in the world was he doing?’

Christian, holding a kettle, was expressionlessly pouring water onto Nathaniel Sloan’s bed.

Soon, the comforter and sheets were soaked through. The bed was definitely unsleepable for the night.

Christian retracted his hand, seemingly unfazed by how shocking his actions were. "There," he said calmly.

Zachery: "..."

’Uh... what?’

Zachery’s eyes were filled with naive innocence. "And this will... keep our scumbag dad from leaving?"

Christian gave him an enigmatic look.

...

Nathaniel Sloan saw his drenched bed.

He didn’t need to check the security cameras to know this was the handiwork of those three.

The man clicked his tongue, walked over to another door, and knocked slowly and deliberately.

Estelle Lockwood was just getting ready for bed. Hearing the knock, she paused in confusion for a moment. "Yes?"

Nathaniel Sloan’s hand was still raised to knock. At her voice, he nodded. "Miss Lockwood, might I impose on you for a night?"

Without a second thought, Estelle Lockwood moved to shut the door. "Get help."

Nathaniel Sloan’s lips curled into a slight smile as he blocked the door. "My bed is currently unfit for sleeping, and the other rooms are without beds. You can’t possibly expect me to squeeze into a room with Chapman."

Estelle Lockwood was utterly baffled. "Imperial Crest has so many guest rooms. How could there not be any beds?"

Nathaniel Sloan drawled, "Yes, well... Ms. Riddle threw them all out last time."

Estelle Lockwood: "..." ’Yeah, right.’

She wasn’t even sure what her relationship with Nathaniel Sloan was anymore, but her mouth still moved faster than her brain.

"Who said there are no beds in Imperial Crest? Isn’t there still that room upstairs? Noelle Lockwood’s special room. If Noelle knew you spent a night in her room, she’d be over the moon... Let go of me!"

Nathaniel Sloan caught the hand she was using to close the door, his fingertips brushing against her wrist. He then raised his other hand and pressed a finger to her lips, his voice low and husky.

"Miss Lockwood, have you not been upstairs to take a look this whole time?"

Estelle Lockwood pursed her lips.

’Why would I go upstairs?’

That room on the east side of the third floor of Imperial Crest, the one with the wisteria balcony, had always belonged to Noelle Lockwood.

She had gone up once out of curiosity, only to have Rose Lowell point a finger in her face and scream at her, accusing her of having everything yet still trying to steal the ’few’ things Noelle Lockwood had.

Inside her and Nathaniel Sloan’s own marital home, a special room was reserved for his childhood sweetheart—a room she, the lady of the house, was forbidden from entering.

The room’s very existence was a slap in the face, a blatant declaration to the world that Nathaniel Sloan did not love her.

It was like that five years ago, and returning five years later, she naturally had no interest in seeing it.

Nathaniel Sloan smiled, stating with conviction, "It seems Miss Lockwood truly hasn’t been up there."

He’d struck a nerve. It was as if all of Estelle’s unspoken fears were churning inside her again, and a wave of impatience washed over her.

"Isn’t it perfectly normal that I haven’t been? Why would I go to Noelle Lockwood’s room? Mr. Sloan, you might get into anyone’s bed, but not just any man can get into mine!"

As she spoke, Estelle Lockwood sized him up. Undeniably, the man possessed a devastatingly handsome face and a great body, but she forced herself to say, "I suppose only someone like Noelle Lockwood would be interested."

The light in Nathaniel Sloan’s eyes dimmed, and his voice took on a dangerous edge. "Are you implying, Miss Lockwood, that you’ve had other men in your bed these past few years?"

He stressed the words "other men," his gaze brewing a storm.

Estelle Lockwood casually tucked a curl behind her ear. Her long lashes fluttered as she drawled, "That’s right. You could say I’ve had my share of men over the years. Does Mr. Sloan have a problem with that?"

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