The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 395

"Lincoln, Marcus didn't resist, but I was the one who lost control and started touching him first. When you beat him up later, don't actually break his legs. I've already promised to take responsibility for him. You have to be accountable in life. You can't just take what you want as you please."

Natalie noticed Lincoln's expression turning darker by the second. Her voice gradually became quieter. At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and Marcus walked out wearing a bathrobe.

"Good morning, Lincoln." Marcus nodded politely, greeting Lincoln as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Lincoln sneered, stepping forward and landing a punch straight on Marcus' cheek.

"Lincoln, be gentle, Nat likes my face," Marcus didn't dodge or try to move away, accepting the punch without flinching.

"Marcus, do you even have any shame?"

Lincoln gritted his teeth, anger practically radiating off him. "First, you broke the engagement, and now you deliberately got my sister drunk? Do you think she's just some pet you can summon and dismiss at will?"

Marcus wiped the blood from his lips and sighed, "Sorry, it's my fault. Lincoln, hit me wherever you want, just not my face."

"You—"

"Nat likes my face. She said I'm the most handsome man she's ever seen." Marcus calmly interrupted before Lincoln could unleash his rage. "She said I'm the best-looking among all the men she knows."

Implying, of course, that he was more handsome than her brothers.

He was handsome, and he was proud of it.

"Nat, do you think he's handsome?" Lincoln turned to look at Natalie. "Am I or your other brothers not handsome enough?"

Natalie just stared in silence... Her brothers were indeed all handsome, but the moment she saw Marcus, she had been struck by his looks, and her mind had completely blanked out for a few seconds.

"Nat, say something."

Lincoln grew frustrated with her silence and let out a bitter laugh. "Alright, I get it."

"Marcus, come here and take your beating."

He couldn't bring himself to be angry at Natalie, so everything was Marcus' fault. It was he who deliberately got her drunk and brought her back to his room. He wasn't going to kill him, but he sure as hell deserved a good beating.

"Alright." Marcus nodded obediently, "Lincoln, hit me however you like, but don't hit my face."

"Shut up."

Lincoln shot him a death glare before dragging him into the bathroom. The door slammed shut, followed by a flurry of crashing sounds.

Natalie stood by the door, feeling the pain spreading all over her body. Things were completely out of her control.

She could hear Marcus' muffled groans from inside. Terrified, she almost reached out to open the bathroom door to check on him, but she feared that if she did, Lincoln might get mad and hit her, too.

After a few more loud crashes, the noise finally subsided.

Some time later, Lincoln opened the bathroom door. He glanced at Natalie, who was standing by the door, looking worried. A slight smile tugged at his lips.

"Don't worry, I didn't kill him. After this beating, I won't interfere with Marcus pursuing you anymore. You just need to be more reserved. Don't let him get you too easily. Let him know that the heiress of the Walker family, our precious little sister, is not so easily won over."

As he spoke, Lincoln reached over and gently ruffled Natalie's hair before pulling her into a gentle hug. "Nat, I won't stop you from dating whoever you want. If Marcus treats you badly, just let me know, and I'll help you beat him up."