Chapter 122


    Read My Past is Just Prologue By Louisa Dillon Chapter 122 – A Shameless Stalker


    J’s expression froze for a moment, and she instinctively became alert.


    “Let go.”


    She did not want to be in the same space together with him, not to mention that they were alone right


    now.


    Nathaniel raised his eyebrows slightly and asked her with a bit of provocation, “Why should I?”


    “I don’t want to be together with you. We hate seeing each other anyway. Feel free to go with another


    elevator, since there are so many of them,” J said as she reached out to press the button to close


    the doors.


    However, Nathaniel had predicted her reaction, so he strode inside the elevator before she closed the


    door.


    “I’m in a hurry, and this is the only one that has arrived,” he said indifferently.


    J was so angry that she turned away and didn’t say anything. She thought, I’m so unlucky to bump


    into Nathaniel at the


    hotel!


    Before the doors closed, another pair of hands suddenly grabbed the doors. Then Alfred stepped into


    the elevator, panting, and said, “Mr. Webster, you walked way too fast…”


    When he saw that J was also in the elevator, he suddenly stopped. Sensing the strange


    atmosphere between J and Nathaniel, he immediately changed the topic and smiled awkwardly to


    smooth things over.


    “Oh, hey, Mrs. Webster, you are here as well… What a coincidence!”


    His form of address made J frown even more.


    With a straight face, she reminded Alfred, “Mr. Whitehead, you may call me Ms. Longfellow or J. I


    have nothing to do with Nathaniel. So, the address ‘Mrs. Webster’ is too much for me.”


    Alfred was good at observing people’s expressions, so he immediately rephrased when he saw J


    was obviously unhappy. “Ms. Longfellow, are you here in Austin for … a business trip?” he asked


    tentatively on behalf of Nathaniel.


    Alfred’s intuition told him that Nathaniel was very interested in the answer.


    Nathaniel stood quietly in the corner of the elevator, looking casual. In fact, when Alfred asked the


    question, his eyes were


    fixed on a spot.


    J nodded and didn’t exin much, just saying, “I’m here for a meeting.”


    There was much to tell about the Convention, yet she didn’t want Nathaniel to know about the


    Convention at all, and she didn’t think it was necessary to tell him.


    Hearing her words, Alfred smiled and said, “Ms. Longfellow, you sound so busy. May I know which


    room you are staying in?”


    As soon as he finished speaking, they arrived on the 16th floor. The elevator doors opened, and


    without answering him, J simply said, “It’s me. I’ll get going.”


    After saying that, she stepped out of the elevator. However, not long after, she heard footstepsing


    from behind her. Nathaniel and Alfred were not far behind her.


    Nathaniel had his hands in his pockets, looking indifferent, but the red fingerprints on his face made


    him look a little


    embarrassed.


    J turned around and continued to walk forward, but Nathaniel was still behind her till she reached


    the door of her room.


    She finally couldn’t bear it anymore and turned to re at Nathaniel. “Have you had enough? Are you


    enjoying yourself being


    a stalker?”


    Nathaniel’s cold face tightened. He spread his palm, and she saw a room card in his hand.


    He looked at J and swiped the car at the door of the room next to hers.


    Tinkle!


    The door opened.


    J was stunned.


    She thought, seriously? I just happened to live next to him?


    Nathaniel put away the room card, crossed his arms, and leaned against the door, looking at her with a


    yful look in his eyes.


    “If you want to see me, you can just tell me. You went through so much trouble to be on the same flight


    as me to Austin, stay in the same hotel on the same floor as me, and even live next door to me. Who is


    the stalker here?”


    J was speechless at how narcissistic he was.


    “Stop ttering yourself! If you ask me, I’d say that you are the stalker here! Nathaniel, for thest time,


    I’m not interested in you. Got it? If so, get lost! Bye!”


    J scolded Nathaniel angrily, opened the door, and went in, closing the door with a bang.


    When she returned to the room, she leaned against the door and sighed gloomily..


    With her identity, of course, the secretary would book her a top suite at a top hotel in Austin.


    What she forgot was that Nathaniel was the president of the Webster Group, and of course, he would


    be living in a top suite as


    well.


    She thought, sure enough, one can always bump into one’s enemy easily.


    Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    I’m starting to regreting to Austin.


    ”


    Outside the door, Nathaniel looked at the tightly closed door in front of him. He curled up the corners of


    his lips imperceptibly and then turned around to enter his room next to hers.