The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 111

Marcus' gaze was cold and piercing as he scanned Natalie from head to toe. It was as if he was trying to see through her.

Natalie found his reaction odd but remained calm. She had come to Dithoria State solely to treat Charles' illness. Once her job was done, she planned to leave and never cross paths with this handsome but clearly troubled man again.

She gave Marcus a slight nod as a greeting. Then, she called Connie to join her as they headed to Charles' bedroom.

Connie had already set everything up, and after a good night's rest, Charles was feeling quite refreshed. When they entered, Charles patted the spot next to him with a smile.

He asked warmly, "Connie and Nath, did you both sleep well last night? You two have really worked hard, especially you, Nath. I know this hasn't been easy for you!"

Charles chuckled as he praised them. "Connie's acupuncture technique was amazing. I didn't feel any pain at all. And before I knew it, the session was over."

Connie smiled shyly and instinctively glanced at Natalie. Since Natalie was disguised as a man, they were not sharing the same room. Connie could not help but wonder how Natalie managed to bind her chest so tightly that it left no trace.

"We rested well, thank you for asking, Grandpa Charles," Natalie replied as she sat on the bed. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm feeling great," Charles said with a sigh of relief. "As long as I stay calm and don't stress, things should be fine. Marcus told me that in three months, the little tumor near my heart should be completely cured."

He sighed again, his expression tinged with nostalgia. "I don't know how much longer I have, but I've lived a good life—eating and drinking well, thoroughly enjoying myself. I really can't complain."

He continued, "The only thing I regret is not living long enough to see Marcus get married and have kids."

Charles glanced at Natalie with a meaningful look. "Nath, don't let Marcus' polished, unfriendly image fool you. Sure, everyone treats him with respect and calls him Mr. Holden, but he's had a tough life."

Natalie raised a skeptical brow. If someone like Marcus, born with every advantage, was suffering, then there probably was not anyone truly struggling in this world.

Charles seemed to catch her doubt and quickly added, "I don't mean material hardships. I'm talking about emotional burdens. Sometimes, the higher you stand, the heavier the weight you carry. My precious grandson lives such a disciplined life that he's practically a monk!"

Natalie found it hard to believe that Marcus was anything like a monk. After all, the way he had looked at her after being drugged definitely did not feel like the gaze of someone disinterested in such things. Still, she had to admit, his self-control was impressive.

Charles sighed again and continued, "I have no idea what kind of person Marcus likes, but I did make an interesting discovery last night."

He paused, carefully observing Natalie's reaction. "I saw a man coming out of his room."

Charles leaned in as if sharing a juicy secret. "That man kept his head down, so I couldn't see his face. When I asked Sheldon about it, he said the man must've been someone Marcus snuck in and was hiding in his room!"

Natalie was left speechless. Charles had put her in a tough spot, and she had no idea how to respond to something like that.

Charles said earnestly, "Nath, since you're a man too, I want you to help me keep an eye on Marcus. I need to figure out who this mystery man is!"

Natalie froze. The man Charles saw leaving Marcus' room last night was actually her.

She took a deep breath and decided to come clean. "Grandpa Charles, the man you saw leaving Marcus' room last night was me."

Charles immediately chuckled as if she had told a joke. "Don't kid around, Nath. Marcus may not know who you are, but I do. There's no way it was you! Anyone could've been in that brat's room but definitely not you."

"It really was me," Natalie insisted, her expression serious.

Charles waved her off with a laugh. "I know you're trying to cover for Marcus, but you don't need to go that far."

Then, as if dismissing the topic entirely, he added, "Anyway, isn't it time for the acupuncture, Connie?"