Chapter 354

After telling her plan to her mom, Jennifer noticed a hint of approval from Camellia. “That could work, but why provoke Natalie when she’s no longer a threat to you?”

Seeing Easton defend Natalie sent Jennifer into a jealous rage; everything from the Simpson family and Easton was meant to be hers.

Jennifer said, “Mom, Natalie knows about my past and is starting to fight back. She’s not the quiet and timid girl she used to be.”

Camellia was shocked and worried. “Does Natalie know everything? Has she told Easton?”

Jennifer sighed. “She told Easton everything, and now he’s distant. But tonight, when I got sick, he left Natalie to take me to the hospital. I didn’t expect to find out I’m pregnant.”

Camellia’s worry increased as she understood Easton’s nature. “Foolish girl, forget about Easton. You saved his life; he will be thankful and treat you well. But Natalie is still his wife. If the media finds out, you’ll be seen as a mistress, and I cannot allow that. Men choose what benefits them. Easton fought hard to get where he is, even denying his dad. You’re just the person who saved his life; he’s already paid that back. If you trick him, the fallout will be severe.”

Frustration surged through Camellia; things were growing too complicated.

“Mom, Easton will never leave me just to make me a mistress; he will sort things out.”

Camellia argued, “He gives you two million every month; if Natalie finds out, the court will have proof.”

“I can handle my own business,” Jennifer shot back coldly.

She was shocked by her mom’s lack of support, thinking Easton’s feelings for her would prevent any mistakes.

Angered, Camellia replied, “You need her ID for the documents! Think this through; if Natalie finds any proof, you could go to jail.”

Feeling exhausted from years of fighting, Camellia felt defeated.

Jennifer clenched her fists tightly, discomfort radiating from her body, as a deep ache in her abdomen grew worse. She was determined to destroy Natalie. She couldn’t let all her efforts end in failure since everyone knew Easton loved her.

Easton did not look for Natalie at the restaurant. Instead, he waited for her at her villa. Climbing the walls wouldn’t work tonight; guards were everywhere. A cold look was in Easton’s eyes, realizing Natalie truly saw him as a thief. He stayed in his car, enjoying the warmth inside. Leaning back, his handsome face showed both perfection and turmoil, his pressed lips hinting at cruelty. He closed his eyes, remembering Natalie’s indifference toward him, which sparked irritation.

Bored, Xavier turned on his phone to listen to an audiobook. He couldn’t understand Easton’s actions anymore; all he knew was that Easton was a scoundrel eyeing a donut.

After a long hour, Easton finally saw Natalie get out of Murray’s car.

With a smile, Natalie told Murray, “Drive safely on your way home.”

“Of course! I’ll call you when I get there,” replied Murray.

Only after watching Murray leave did Natalie head for her home, but before she could reach the door, a strong hand grabbed hers tightly. Startled, Natalie looked back to see Easton, giving off a tempting aura like a dangerous lover pulling her in.

“Natalie, why are you coming back so late?” he asked.

Amused, she replied, “Why do you care when I come back? I have nothing to do with you–”

Instead of releasing her, Easton tightened his grip; the light made him appear more striking, yet cruelty incom—

Natalie resisted him. “Easton, let go! Have some decency! I’ve made it clear I don’t want to see you. Why do you keep hanging around? Let me go; I want nothing to do with you.”

Before she could finish her protest, Easton pulled her into the car. He fastened her seatbelt and told Xavier to drive to the villa.

Natalie, frustrated, asked, “Where are you taking me?”

With an air of superiority, Easton answered, “Home.”

“My home is over there! What do you mean?”

Only then did she remember he had given her the keys that morning. Looking at her hand, still held by Easton’s, she felt disgusted. “Let go; don’t touch me—I feel dirty.”

Easton’s eyes turned bright red.

“If you were willing to divorce, I wouldn’t feel this way. After touching Jennifer, don’t even think about touching me—I’m afraid I’ll get sick.”

Xavier admired Natalie’s boldness.

Easton’s grip tightened, crushed by her disdain. “Natalie, I remember Murray is also a shady character who plays with women. Why don’t you think he’s awful?”

Natalie smiled. “That’s different; I’m just his friend. You’re my supposed husband. I can overlook your past before our marriage, but cheating afterward is disgusting.”

Easton reached for her, trying to grab her by the throat, but she quickly pulled away, warning him. “Easton, you’ve attacked me too many times. I’ve warned you before—if you attack me again, I won’t hold back.”

Easton’s hand froze. Natalie had a unique way of provoking him, stirring up rage to the point he almost wanted to hurt her. In truth, Natalie was somewhat scared of him; if things got physical, she wouldn’t stand a chance against Easton, whose—

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