The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: She’s Helping Someone Else Change Clothes?

Nathaniel Sloan’s eyelids lifted slightly. His presence was commanding, but he said nothing.

Noelle Lockwood looked as if she were about to faint. Henry Kendrick had seen right through her little scheme, and she trembled with rage, yet she had no choice but to explain herself:

"Young Mr. Kendrick, you’ve misunderstood me. That’s not what I meant..."

"Why are you explaining yourself to me, Miss Lockwood?" Henry Kendrick feigned confusion. "It doesn’t matter whether I misunderstand you or not. As long as your precious Nathaniel believes you, you’ll be fine."

He then turned to Estelle Lockwood. "Yara, let’s go."

Estelle Lockwood’s lips curled into a smirk as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "While I’d hate to interrupt Miss Lockwood’s performance, I should remind you that Rosalind Garden has security cameras. A quick check will show whether or not I pushed you."

"I’m not some pushover who will just stand here and cry after you’ve slung mud at me. I have the Star Group behind me, understand?"

She finished and looked at Nathaniel Sloan. "Either you apologize, or this partnership is over and you can expect a letter from our lawyers. Slandering the head of Star is not a good habit to pick up."

After the two left, the way the crowd looked at Noelle Lockwood became even more complicated.

’Does Noelle Lockwood spend all day thinking about how to curry favor? Does she scheme to drive away any woman she sees near Nathaniel Sloan?’

’But does Noelle even know who Yara Lockwood is or how important this partnership is?’

’Now that she’s offended Yara Lockwood, can this collaboration even proceed smoothly?’

Noelle Lockwood’s eyes were red-rimmed as if she had been terribly wronged. She shook her head, looking utterly pitiful.

"Nathaniel, I didn’t... I was honestly mistaken. Because Yara Lockwood was the only one standing next to me, and my knees gave out for a second, so I thought... I just thought..."

Nathaniel Sloan’s gaze was as sharp as a knife, devoid of any warmth as he questioned her directly, "You thought? How many times have ’you thought’ something since Estelle Lockwood returned to the Lockwood Family?"

Noelle Lockwood froze! ’How did he bring up Estelle Lockwood again!’

Fearing Nathaniel Sloan would dig into what happened back then, she quickly cried, "Nathaniel, it’s my fault. I’ll go apologize to Yara Lockwood right now... Nathaniel, Nathaniel..."

But Nathaniel Sloan had already turned and walked away coldly.

Noelle Lockwood was fuming. ’Everything today was perfectly calculated. Where did it all go wrong!’

...

Nathaniel Sloan walked into Rosalind Garden but didn’t see Estelle Lockwood. He frowned slightly.

An assistant immediately came forward. "President Sloan, President Lockwood has gone to a guest room with Vice President Kendrick. Vice President Kendrick said we don’t need to worry about it, that he would take care of President Lockwood. Oh, and President Lockwood also said she was going to help Vice President Kendrick change his clothes..."

Nathaniel Sloan stopped in his tracks. ’Change his clothes?’

’Yara Lockwood is going to change Henry Kendrick’s clothes?!’

’If he’s changing, wouldn’t Henry have to take off his own clothes first? Then Yara would see Henry’s...’

For some reason, a fire surged within him, though he couldn’t quite explain why.

Nathaniel Sloan’s lips tightened into a thin line. He immediately spun around and strode quickly toward the guest rooms.

...

Holding a clean set of clothes, Henry Kendrick sighed mournfully. "I’m tainted. I actually caught Noelle Lockwood with my bare hands. I’m so tainted."

Estelle Lockwood rolled her eyes at him. "I got you the clothes. Hurry up and change."

The moment they entered the room, Henry had started sighing dramatically, repeating "I’m tainted" dozens of times. He insisted on changing, saying the clothes he was wearing were jinxed from touching Noelle Lockwood.

Estelle Lockwood had no choice but to ask an assistant for a new shirt and jacket.

For some reason, however, the construction of this shirt was different from others. Henry Kendrick studied it for a long time but couldn’t figure out how the buttons were supposed to work.

Estelle Lockwood was starting to question Henry Kendrick’s intelligence. "Give me the shirt, let me see."

She looked down and fiddled with it for a moment. "This button goes here, and this one... Ugh, forget it. I’ll help you put it on..."

BANG!

The guest room door was violently thrown open, and Nathaniel Sloan’s face—usually stoic enough to remain unchanged even if a mountain collapsed before him—was tinged with anxiety.

When he heard Estelle Lockwood say, "I’ll help you put it on," his body had moved faster than his brain, and he’d already pushed the door open.

Estelle Lockwood and Henry Kendrick turned their heads at the same time.

Nathaniel Sloan realized he had been impulsive. His throat felt dry. "Miss Lockwood, the meeting is about to start. What are you still doing in here?"

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