The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Gaze on the Chest

Editor: Henyee Translations

"Who on earth are you?"

Estelle’s eyes widened at the question. Her dress had torn open down the back, exposing a broad expanse of skin. The remaining fabric clung precariously to her body, threatening to slip at any moment.

However, she had no time to worry about that.

Forcing herself to stay calm, she replied, "That’s a ridiculous question, Mr. Sloan. I’m Yara Lockwood. Who else would I be? And you!"

Nathaniel’s fingertips traced the curve of her waist, slowly gliding upward. A shiver ran through her. The shape of her waist, the way her body reacted, every detail felt eerily familiar.

Nathaniel’s gaze darkened. Without warning, he reclined the seat, wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and pinned her beneath him in one swift motion.

Estelle’s entire body tensed. During the struggle, one of her dress straps snapped. The gown slipped lower, barely hanging on.

The outline of her curves became visible. Fury flared in Estelle’s eyes, and she kicked at him. "Have you lost your mind? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Nathaniel didn’t seem angry. He effortlessly caught her ankle with one hand. The elegant heel only emphasized the long line of her leg.

With his other hand, he lifted her chin and asked, his expression flickering, "Miss Lockwood, I’d like to ask you a question."

Every avenue of resistance had been blocked. Though she was technically still dressed, the fabric barely covered her.

Humiliated and aggrieved, Estelle snapped, "Does Noelle know you’re here acting like a complete pig?"

Nathaniel glanced at her flatly. Her cheeks were flushed with anger. Even the way her brows knitted together looked painfully familiar. For a moment, she resembled Estelle even more.

Ignoring her insult, he asked hoarsely, "Miss Lockwood... why do you look so much like my wife?"

Estelle’s heart skipped a beat, but she regained her composure almost instantly and let out a cold laugh. "Didn’t you already answer that question yourself, Mr. Sloan? You said I had plastic surgery to look like your ex-wife so I could throw myself at you.

"What’s the point of asking me now? Have you forgotten your own words? Or do you think I’m your dead wife?"

"I do," Nathaniel admitted hoarsely. "At the banquet just now, you deliberately made Noelle fall back into the water. You were making Noelle pay for what she did to my wife. The same method. The same humiliation. You are Estelle."

Nathaniel spoke the last three words with absolute certainty.

Estelle scoffed. "Or maybe I just have a strong sense of justice."

Nathaniel said nothing. His fingers brushed her jaw and tilted her face upward. Then his gaze slowly drifted downward.

His grip wasn’t gentle. It hurt.

Estelle turned her head away, but the distance between them narrowed until their breaths mingled.

Nathaniel’s fingertips were surprisingly warm, completely at odds with his cold demeanor. The contrast made her pulse quicken despite herself, and his gaze remained fixed on her chest.

Humiliated and furious, Estelle reached for her slipping dress, but Nathaniel immediately caught her wrist.

"Nathaniel, stop looking and shut your eyes," she barked.

Nathaniel slowly lifted his gaze to her face and asked, "Am I not supposed to look?"

Estelle nearly laughed in disbelief. He actually had the nerve to ask that?

At that moment, the fragile fabric finally gave way and slipped lower.

Instinctively, Estelle lunged forward. Her body collided with his chest, blocking his line of sight. Yet Nathaniel was wearing only a black silk shirt.

In the darkness, the supple warmth of her body seeped through the thin fabric and spread across his senses. Instinctively, he reached out, wanting to touch Estelle’s skin as he had on countless nights five years ago.

Yet the next moment, a sharp pain shot through his neck. Estelle had sunk her teeth into him without mercy.

"Hss—"

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify