The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 1170

Bastien then dismissed Betty with a wave.

Initially, he wanted to feed Natalie, but she rejected him.

“I can do it myself—”

However, he refused to give her a chance to say no.

“Listen to me,” Bastien said slowly. “You're too weak to hold the bowl, so don't bother wasting your time. Natalie, you can never be rid of me. If you'd like to know how Samuel is doing recently, I can tell you, but you must finish the oatmeal porridge and the other dish first.”

Even the mere mention of Samuel's name was enough to bring a sparkle to Natalie's eyes. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Indeed, she was dying to know how he was faring of late.

During one's darkest moments, one would usually be reminded of the dearest people in one's life.

Besides the five children, the first person that appeared in Natalie's mind was Samuel.

Even if the news about him would come from Bastien, she still longed to know every little detail about Samuel.

“Okay.”

That time around, Bastien did not even need to threaten her, for she agreed to eat without hesitation.

With that, Bastien knew Natalie had agreed to his condition.

While he hoped for her to give in to him, he could not help but feel unhappy when he realized she could become so obedient and docile for Samuel's sake.

It doesn't matter. Samuel can have Natalie temporarily, but he won't be able to keep her forever. She'll eventually be mine. If ten years isn't long enough, I can wait twenty, thirty, or forty years. I'm confident of making her forget about Samuel completely. With that, I'll be the only man she loves from then on.

Bastien raised his hand to feed the oatmeal porridge to Natalie.

Her face was devoid of expression as she ate the food like a robot.

Even though she did not hate being with him, that was all there was to it. She did not harbor any other feelings toward him.

All she wanted was to finish the meal as soon as possible to learn about Samuel's recent situation.

After finishing all the food, Natalie asked eagerly, “How is he doing?”

Naturally, she was referring to Samuel.

Instead of answering her question, Bastien picked up a silk handkerchief and gently wiped the corner of her lips. “Calm down.”

Hearing that, Natalie knitted her brows. Don't tell me he lied to me. He used Samuel to deceive me into finishing the bowl of oatmeal porridge.

Soon, Bastien placed the bowl and handkerchief on the table. Boring his eyes into hers, he said, “Natalie, stop being stubborn. Everyone has accepted that you committed suicide out of guilt.”

Despite being mentally prepared for it, Natalie was still shocked to hear it from him with her own ears.

That's impossible! Samuel will never claim a body that isn't mine! Even if plastic surgery were performed on the corpse, he shouldn't be tricked so easily!

She was consumed with agony.

When she was not paying attention, Bastien seized the opportunity to place his hand on her cheek gently. “Natalie, look. That man claimed to love you but still failed to recognize you. He did suspect that the corpse wore a hyper-realistic mask, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remove the mask. You have no idea how much effort I spent making that woman into a replica of you. She was operated on many times and treated with a lot of medicine to remove the scars. Well, I admit that if you were not known to be 'dead,' Samuel might have been able to tell you two apart based on your gaze, but he can never do that with a corpse. The reality is that he mistook the body for you, crying for a long time while hugging the body.”

As Natalie listened to his recount, she felt as though her heart was being twisted by invisible strings, leaving her breathless.