Unwanted Fake Wife The Top Billionaire novel Chapter 79

Something about this felt different to Nathan. Elena rarely acted this soft and clingy in front of other people.

And yet, seeing her like this sent a strange, almost pleasant tension through him.

"Alright," he said.

Nathan headed upstairs. A few minutes later, he came back down.

This time, he noticed something off. His brows drew together. "Why are you staying in a guest room?"

As far as he remembered, Elena had her own room in the house. With that many bedrooms, there was no way they did not have one set aside for her.

Elena blinked innocently. "Mom turned my room into an art studio for Camille."

Nathan frowned.

He knew Elena had always wanted approval from Richard and Catherine, yet she had never truly been treated well in this house. This was the perfect chance for him to step in.

"Mom, there are plenty of rooms here. You're telling me there isn't even one for Elena? She has to stay in a guest room?"

There was clear dissatisfaction in Nathan's tone.

Every word felt like a jab straight into Camille.

Catherine set her cup down with a sharp clink. "Are you questioning me? What's wrong with the guest room? She doesn't even come back that often. Why should we keep a room ready just for her?"

Camille sat there quietly, looking wronged, her eyes subtly accusing Nathan.

For some reason, Nathan actually felt a twinge of sympathy for Elena.

He had lied to her so many times, and now even her own family treated her like an outsider.

What started as an act suddenly felt real.

"She's my wife," Nathan said, lifting his chin slightly. "She's part of the Hawthorne family. If this is how you treat her, then you're disrespecting me too."

He pulled Elena slightly closer, taking her side.

Elena leaned into him naturally, her gaze drifting past Camille with a faint, deliberate edge.

Catherine was furious but refused to back down.

Elena noticed Nathan glance at Camille.

Camille bit her lip, then stood up. "Mom, please don't argue because of me. It's just a room. Let her have it. I'm fine."

Now that Camille had given in, Catherine could not push further. She just looked at Camille with undisguised pity.

Nathan personally went upstairs to get the room ready.

Meanwhile, Elena sat downstairs, casually eating barbecue from a takeout box. Catherine and Camille sat stiffly on the couch, both visibly unhappy.

Elena, completely unbothered, nudged the food slightly toward Camille. "Want some? Nathan picked it up. We used to come here all the time when we were dating. I love their barbecue."

Eat?

Camille felt like she might actually throw up.

"I'm good. Not hungry."

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