The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: If Miss Lockwood Misunderstands, Who Can I Complain To?

Nathaniel Sloan’s face was calm, but his gaze carried an invisible pressure. He walked up behind Estelle Lockwood, gently enveloping her with his protective presence as if he were her guardian.

Ethan Sloan’s face stiffened, and he shot a fierce glare at his assistant. ’Nathaniel’s here, so why didn’t anyone tell me?!’

"Nathaniel, I’m just trying to do what’s best for Miss Lockwood."

"Father is right. Getting married only to be abandoned would certainly make one a laughingstock."

Nathaniel drawled, "But you might have gotten one thing wrong."

"Right now, Estelle is the one who finds me wanting, not the other way around. So, when people talk, the one being abandoned will be your son. The one losing face will be the Sloan Family."

"Everything for the honor and reputation of the Sloan Family. If that’s the case, then I have all the more reason to marry Estelle, rather than follow your example—cheating after getting married and helping the mistress take over. Wouldn’t you agree?"

Nathaniel threw Ethan Sloan’s words right back at him. Ethan’s throat tightened, and his breathing grew ragged. "Nathaniel Sloan, you’ve gotten bold!"

Nathaniel gave a faint nod. "If there’s nothing else, Father, please get some rest for the next few days. You still need to deal with the trouble Laura Jennings caused. I imagine many people at the company oppose you continuing as chairman."

"Instead of spending your time meddling in my marriage, perhaps you should handle company affairs. Wouldn’t you agree?"

Ethan Sloan trembled with rage. ’This son of his had never listened to him, not since he was a child. He’d always been more outstanding than him, too. When the old man was choosing an heir, he even planned to skip him entirely and hand the Sloan Family directly over to Nathaniel!’

’And now, he couldn’t even control Nathaniel’s marriage? He was his son! Without him, there would be no Nathaniel Sloan! Why on earth wasn’t he eternally grateful?!’

"Fine. Fine! Just don’t blame me when people say you have terrible taste—that you’ll fall for any woman you see!"

Nathaniel’s composure was unshaken. "It doesn’t matter. No matter how bad my taste is, it could never compare to yours. You even took a liking to Ms. Jennings. When people talk about it, they’ll just think we are indeed father and son, with our taste being a family trait."

Estelle Lockwood: "..."

Ethan Sloan clutched his chest in a fit of rage and staggered a few steps. His assistant quickly helped him upstairs.

Estelle Lockwood clicked her tongue in amazement. "So, the ’devoted father and filial son’ image the Sloan Group markets to the public is all a sham, huh?"

Nathaniel was noncommittal, calmly retorting, "Did you really think something like familial affection exists between me and the Sloan Family, Miss Lockwood?"

Estelle Lockwood was at a loss for words.

Before she could say anything, Nathaniel suddenly explained, "The heiress of the Yorks that Chairman Sloan mentioned is a friend that Zane Grant and I grew up with. She went abroad to study years ago and has already returned. She has a fiancé."

Estelle Lockwood raised an eyebrow. "Why are you explaining this to me?"

Nathaniel’s gaze shifted slightly. "Because I am still in your probationary period, Miss Lockwood. If I want to make this official, of course I have to explain things. Otherwise, if you get the wrong idea, who would I plead my case to?"

Estelle Lockwood didn’t seem to care. ’As long as Ethan Sloan disapproves of me, he’ll keep finding ways to introduce all sorts of heiresses to Nathaniel.’

Still, Nathaniel’s explanation made her heart skip a small beat.

’In the past, Nathaniel would never have explained such things. But now...’

"Miss Lockwood, there are no other women. Don’t believe him."

Sunlight filtered through the treetops and the windowpane, illuminating Nathaniel Sloan’s face and causing Estelle Lockwood to be momentarily mesmerized.

His warm, masculine scent washed over her, and Estelle Lockwood stammered, "I-I know. I didn’t believe..."

"Thank you for being willing to believe me."

His lips drew closer and closer. His fingertips gently pinched her earlobe, and for a moment, Nathaniel’s breathing quickened. His eyes grew deep, their intensity almost suffocating—

"Ahem, Nathaniel," Iris Sloan interrupted awkwardly.

Estelle Lockwood snapped back to her senses and pushed Nathaniel away.

Iris Sloan coughed a couple of times. "Zachery and Mia are fussing about going home, so you two should head back. Don’t worry about things here at the Sloan residence."

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