The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Who Was Nathaniel Sloan Cooking For?

Liam Sloan also hurried over, his eyes shining happily like a puppy’s. "That’s right, that’s right! Thea grew up with us. She’s one of the guys."

Thea York immediately broke into a smile, playfully teasing Liam. "Alright, little bro, how many more times are you going to call me ’one of the guys’?"

She then turned to Estelle Lockwood. "If Nathaniel bullies you, just tell me. I’ll stick up for you! As one of his best friends, I’ll take good care of you from now on, too."

The words were heroic and righteous, but they sounded strange.

Estelle Lockwood narrowed her eyes, a knowing look on her face.

’Best friends, one of the guys...’

’Telling Nathaniel Sloan’s wife, "If he bullies you, I’ll help you beat him up."’

The statement made Estelle Lockwood feel as if... Thea York and Nathaniel Sloan were the real couple, and she was just an outsider.

’But Thea York did just help me. Maybe I’m just imagining things... I shouldn’t assume the worst. She was born with a silver spoon and has been doted on her whole life; everyone indulges her. Perhaps that’s why she acts this way without even realizing how manipulative it comes across.’

Estelle Lockwood nodded. "Okay."

Zane Grant, standing off to the side with his arms crossed, let out a soft "tsk."

Just then, Nathaniel Sloan emerged from the kitchen.

The man was dressed in a black silk shirt and wore a pair of rimless, gold-wired glasses. He radiated an air of utter indifference, yet those same glasses tempered his coldness with a touch of gentle refinement.

Before Estelle Lockwood could say a word, Thea York had already stepped forward. "Nathaniel, you must be exhausted. I told you I’d help, but you insisted on cooking everything by yourself. There’s no way we can finish all this food... Oh, right."

As if suddenly remembering another person was present, Thea York turned her head. "Miss Lockwood, you’ll be joining us, won’t you? You’ve probably eaten already at this hour, but it’s rare for Nathaniel to cook. You should stay and have a little. Nathaniel, I’ll go get an extra set of dishes."

With that, she headed toward the kitchen as if she owned the place.

At this, even Liam Sloan could tell something was off.

’He might not be the most socially aware person, but even he knew that his sister-in-law was supposed to be the mistress of Imperial Crest, wasn’t she?’

’So why was Thea acting like his sister-in-law was the guest?’

"Miss York, that won’t be necessary." Estelle Lockwood now felt certain she hadn’t misjudged the woman. This Miss York was definitely hostile toward her.

Thea York smiled gently, a hint of urgency in her expression, like a hostess eager to show her guest the utmost hospitality.

"It’s no trouble, Miss Lockwood. We can’t finish all this food anyway. You’ve never tasted Nathaniel’s cooking before, have you?"

"Let me tell you a little secret, Nathaniel is an amazing cook. It would be a real shame if you didn’t try a few bites. Even if you’ve already eaten, it won’t hurt to have a little more. So it’s settled! You sit down, and I’ll go get you a set of dishes."

With that, she turned to walk into the kitchen.

The kitchen at Imperial Crest was an open-plan design, with all the cookware and utensils hidden away inside cabinets. A guest would have no idea where to find anything.

But Thea York walked straight to the second cabinet and opened it with a smile. "Just relax and sit down, Miss Lockwood. I’ve been here many times..."

However, when she opened the cabinet, it wasn’t filled with dishes. Thea York’s graceful, confident smile froze on her face.

"Miss York," Estelle Lockwood said slowly. "I said it wasn’t necessary because I figured you wouldn’t know where the dishes are kept."

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