Chapter 10
Natalie whirled around.
Alexander was standing in the doorway, a playful, mocking look on his face.
When had he come in? He hadn’t made a sound. And had he overheard her talking to herself just now?
“I’m a person, not a ghost,” he said dryly, seeing the way she was staring at him. “Weren’t you at the Natalie started, nearly blurting out “exhibition hall p>
“At the what?” Alexander watched her, his gaze sharp and meaningful.
Natalie’s heart pounded so hard she thought it would leap out of her chest. She forced herself to remain calm, her expression placid. “Weren’t you on a business trip? Why are you back so suddenly p>
“So scared to see me back? Are you hiding someone?” Alexander retorted, his words dripping with sarcasm as he tossed his jacket onto the arm of the sofa.
The nerve of him! He was the one cheating, the one who had just appeared at an exhibition with Camila. An appearance like that in public meant he didn’t care if the media saw them. Of course, the public didn’t know he was married; only their inner circle did. That must be why he felt so unrestrained.
Not wanting to argue, Natalie turned and headed for her room. Just as she was about to give Madelyn a quick message that her task was complete, the guest room door was pushed open.
Alexander walked in, pillow in hand, and tossed it onto her bed.
“Why didn’t you knock? And what are you doing putting your pillow on my bed?” Natalie frowned, moving to block him.
She reached out, but he easily deflected her hand, capturing it in his.
“Don’t even think about the divorce. If you won’t move back, then I’ll just have to move in here p>
Hearing this, Natalie grew frantic. “Alexander, on what grounds can you refuse a divorce? Do you want me to just stand by and watch you with Camila White? Is that it? Do you enjoy torturing me p>
She twisted her wrist, trying to break free, but his grip was like iron.
“Was that you, the one talking about the meteorite?” Alexander ignored her struggles, his eyes like burning coals as he asked the seemingly random question.
Natalie’s mind raced. Her first instinct was to deny it, but then she realized that would prove she knew about the auction preview and the meteorite.
He’s so cunning!
“What meteorite presentation? Alexander, please leave my room p>
He studied her every expression. The woman with the mask had seemed so familiar. He had asked the organizer for her name, but was told she was from a British
house and they didn’t have her name on file: She was just a junior staffer from a partner company The organizer had offered to look up the records, but just then, Camila had felt unwell. Thinking he didn’t know anyone from a foreign auction house anyway, Alexander had let it drop.
But just now, seeing Natalie’s back as he entered, he had been struck by the resemblance. So he decided to test her.
Her genuine anger, however, and her complete lack of interest in his question, seemed to confirm he was mistaken. Besides, Natalie was a housewife. How could she possibly work for a British auction house? The idea was absurd.
“This room? Even you are mine. And you’re telling me to leave?” Alexander released her and sat down on the edge of the bed. Loosening his tie, he looked up at her with a playful, taunting smile.
Suddenly, his eyes caught something. He turned his head toward the nightstand. Following his gaze, Natalie saw it too: a small white bottle of pills.
As he read the label, Alexander’s expression instantly turned to ice. Natalie could feel the temperature in the room plummet.
She had bought the birth control pills after that night. Having already lost one child, she knew their relationship was over. There was no point in creating another tie between them.
“Well, at least you’re self-aware. Saves me the trouble of having someone buy them for you.” Read complete versıon only at.net
When Natalie looked up again, his cold glare had been replaced by a look of pure mockery.
So, he had never wanted a child with her.
Her chest felt heavy, as if a large stone were crushing it. She took a deep breath. There’s no need for us to have children We’re getting a divorce anyway. If you don’t agree, I’ll fife a lawsuit. A public scandal
won’t be good for you or The Ramirez Group p>
The Ramirez Group was thriving. A messy divorce would damage both his
reputation and the company’s. As a businessman, he couldn’t afford to ignore that.
Alexander’s eyes narrowed. “So, I
should thank you for being so
considerate?” He stood up, his six-foot-two frame towering over her five-foot-five making her feel small “Do you really think you can control me with threats like that? Don’t be so naive, Natalie. If you think you can drag this out publicly, be my guest p>
Just then, Susan knocked on the door.
“Mr. Ramirez, your mother called. She wants you both to come over for dinner this
afternoon. She said Eugene Ramirez is back p>
At the mention of “Eugene Ramirez,” Alexander let out a sneer, his expression growing even colder.