Chapter 105


    Chapter 105


    It was raining dogs and cats outside. The weak willow trees and delicate flowers on the roadside were


    all bent from the heavy rain and strong wind that only stopped until some time had passed.


    Nathan leanedzily against the head of the bed in the room. His upper body was bare, and there were


    bloody scratch marks on his tan chest and back from a certain woman. His lower half, on the other


    hand, was covered by a nket. He took out a cigarette from the bedside and lit it before taking a deep


    breath in and spitting it out.


    Through the air where smoke lingered, he looked down at the woman beside him. She was curled up at


    the edge of the bed with her back against him, far away from him. She looked as if she could fall


    down.with the slightest movement.


    Nathan continued to smoke several cigarettes before he got up and got out of bed. After he gracefully


    put on his trousers and shirt, he instructed in a hoarse voice, “Take the medicine yourself. I don’t want


    to see a child pop up out of nowhere.”


    Despite his words, the woman in bed didn’t respond and only kept her eyes closed.


    “Also,” he added, “there are things that I don’t want to repeat myself about. Break up with Jacob. If I


    see you two together again… I don’t care if he is watching, but I will…”


    Before he could finish his words, the woman pulled the nket over and covered her pale face with it.


    Rendered speechless, Nathan chose to quietly take his suit jacket off the couch and left the room.


    Caroline didn’t show her face even when it was peaceful again. She closed her eyes swollen and red


    from crying too hard as sheforted herself by telling herself that it


    was over.


    It was her fault for being a substitute, but he had yed her like a toy in bed. They owed each other


    nothing from now on.


    She didn’t expect that the stand–in game would end in such an unpleasant way.


    Later in the night, Nathan returned to his office. After he entered the lounge, he dropped his suit jacket


    andy on the bed.


    His WhatsApp group notification was in kept going off. It turned out to be Logan and Samuel who were


    both inquiring about his date tonight.


    Logan asked: [Nathan disappeared from here during his first date.]


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    [It would be weirder if Nathan was replying now. He probably went to have ‘fun‘ with. Caroline.] Samuel


    replied.


    Seeing this, Nathan replied, [No. She talked me into buying her a strawberry ice cream at the entrance


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    of the amusement park and dumped me.]


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    chat immediately erupted into chaos.


    Nathan proceeded to put down his phone and close his eyes. He was stained with the lingering


    fragrance of her body.


    Even if he didn’t have her in his arms tonight, he slowly drifted off to sleep.


    The next morning.


    Alfred knocked on the door of Nathan’s office before he walked in and reported in a low voice, “Mr.


    Faraday, I have contacted Mrs. Faraday who is in Doveston. She said that she allowed Shirley Sullivan


    to marry into the family two years ago for an emerald she had.”


    “Emerald? What emerald?”


    “This emerald.”


    Alfred handed over an emerald to Nathan.


    Nathan was sitting in the chair. His expression today was normal, but it was cold in a way that kept


    strangers away. He suddenly felt a sense of familiarity at a nce at the emerald.


    “Isn’t this the emerald that the top perfumer, King from Cienna Care always carried with them?”


    Nathan had assigned someone to investigate the top perfumer, King over the years. At that time, a


    photo of half a blurry figure with a ck cap was sent to the intelligence.work. He couldn’t see King


    at all, but there was an emerald hanging around their neck.


    He used 3D technology to restore and reorganize the photo, only to confirm that this emerald was


    indeed the one hanging around King’s neck.


    She didn’t expect Shirley to find King who had been moving in and out with wizardly elusiveness!


    “Yes, Mr. Faraday. This is King’s emerald. But as far as I know, Shirley doesn’t know how to make


    perfume. In other words, Shirley is not the real Mrs. Faraday. The real Mrs. Faraday is probably the top


    perfumer, King.”