To the unknowing eye, Estelle Lockwood’s action looked as if she were holding Nathaniel Sloan’s wrist.
Nathaniel Sloan’s expression didn’t change. He let her pinch him and nodded faintly. "Yes."
Estelle Lockwood scoffed lightly. "Miss Lockwood, did you hear that?"
Tears welled up in Noelle Lockwood’s eyes. "Nathaniel..."
Nathaniel Sloan didn’t even spare her a glance. Utterly ignored, Noelle Lockwood turned pale with anger, her body swaying precariously before she ran off in tears.
Only after Noelle Lockwood left did the crowd begin to whisper amongst themselves.
"Is... is she flaunting her special treatment? Who does she think she is? President Sloan’s new flame?"
"Who on earth is Yara Lockwood? Isn’t Noelle Lockwood the Sloan Family’s chosen daughter-in-law? How dare she disrespect Noelle like that?"
"People have been talking about Noelle Lockwood for years, but we’ve never seen her actually marry into the Sloan Family. Maybe she was just putting on airs. I don’t think President Sloan has any intention of marrying her at all..."
"I wonder if Yara Lockwood will be the one to win him over, being so close to him? I think she and President Sloan are a better match. I’m rooting for her!"
"Even if Yara Lockwood adores the President, what good will that do? He probably despises women like her..."
The words were barely out of the person’s mouth when, in the next moment, they saw Estelle Lockwood release Nathaniel Sloan’s hand. She took three steps back in disgust and said, "Weren’t we going to eat? Let’s go."
The crowd: "?"
’Why does it feel like the President is the one being scorned?’
...
Noelle Lockwood’s face was contorted with rage; she was absolutely furious. But with Laura Jennings too scared to leave her house after being scolded by Iris Sloan, who was left to stick up for her?!
’Why should that bitch Yara Lockwood get to have dinner with Nathaniel? No, I won’t allow it!’
Noelle Lockwood gritted her teeth, and then a sudden flash of inspiration struck her. She had a plan. She quickly summoned her driver. "To Dewdrop Garden."
...
「Meanwhile, at Dewdrop Garden.」
When Iris Sloan saw them arrive, she greeted them with a warm smile. "Yara, come, sit next to me."
Estelle Lockwood nodded. "Okay."
"I’ve ordered a few dishes, but I don’t know if they’re to your taste. Yara, take a look and order some things you like. Nathaniel Sloan is paying anyway, so don’t worry about saving him money."
Estelle Lockwood obediently glanced at the menu. "These are all my favorites."
"Oh, that’s good, that’s good. I was worried your tastes might have changed!"
"Thank you, Aunt Sloan. I’m surprised you still remember my preferences."
A tickle rose in Nathaniel Sloan’s throat. It was the first time he had ever seen such a demure side to this woman.
Then, a thought seemed to strike him, and a glint appeared in his dark eyes. "I don’t even know what Yara Lockwood likes to eat... How do you know so clearly, Aunt?"
Everything that happened concerning Yara Lockwood was telling Nathaniel Sloan that she was, in fact, Estelle Lockwood.
Back then, Estelle Lockwood and Iris Sloan had been very close. Iris remembered what Estelle liked to eat and would often make her special meals.
Iris Sloan raised an eyebrow. Of course she knew what Nathaniel Sloan was implying. But with that white lotus still hanging around him, was she really going to let him figure out the truth so easily?
It was precisely because Nathaniel Sloan had no proof that the two of them maintained a delicate balance.
’If he were to confirm that Yara Lockwood is Estelle Lockwood...’
Iris Sloan felt a pang of sadness as she thought of the Estelle Lockwood from five years ago—the one who had seemingly died inside because of this love.
’Since Estelle doesn’t want to remarry, how could I push her back into the fire?’


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