Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth

Chapter 565 Letting Himself Go

Nathaniel knew from Christina's incomparably righteous words that she would not act rashly due to

family ties.

In truth, he did not care if the Gibson family used terrible means to exact revenge on him and the

Hadley family. The Gibson family making use of Christina to deal with him was what truly concerned

him, as only she and their children were his weaknesses in this world. Christina is my everything!

“Christina, although the Hadley family and the Gibson family have long-standing grudges, and you and

I are husband and wife, I don't want you to let these reasons affect your perception of the Gibson

family, let alone choose to be ruthless to yourself out of guilt toward me,” Nathaniel said with a clear

head.

Christina locked her gaze on him and articulated each word clearly. “I know what I'm doing.”

She stood up and sat beside Nathaniel, pressing in close to the familiar scent of his body.

“Do you remember what I said to you? Wherever you and the children are is where I belong. It's true

that I am a member of the Gibson family, and I am willing to do my part for the family, but I am not

going to follow their orders blindly. I made a mistake once, and I'm not going down that road again.”

Christina firmly believed that the Hadley family would never plot against the Gibson family back then,

even though there was a lack of evidence to support their innocence currently. Someone must've

deliberately led them astray, resulting in the feud between the two families that continues to this day.

“I won't let down your efforts and dedication. I'll get to the bottom of it,” Nathaniel responded

vehemently.

Christina felt like she was bathed in the springtime morning sun with warmth enveloping her body. “The

food is getting cold. Eat up. I'll get you a glass of water. Don't drink coffee all the time. It's not good for

your stomach.”

Nathaniel glanced at the coffee cup at the corner of the table. He had been so absorbed in her Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

heartwarming confession earlier that he had forgotten to instruct Sebastian to put it away.

By the time Christina emerged from the pantry, he was done eating.

“Thank you for your hard work today, Darling.” He took advantage of Christina's indulgence and

affection for him and pestered her as much as he could. In fact, it was more like coercion. “I'll give you

whatever reward you want. Should you refuse, you won't be able to walk out of this door today.

Regardless of his words, he was getting handsy. He pulled her into his arms and pressed his thin lips to

her ear, saying the most flirtatious sweet nothing while acting innocent.

His acts caused Christina’s cheeks and ears to burn red as her heartbeat started racing.

“We're at the office, Nathaniel. Don't go overboard.”

Not only was Nathaniel doing so without reservations, but he also followed up by blowing into her ear.

“Those who are well-fed are prone to lust. I'm a normal man. We haven't had sex for more than three

months, so you must understand.”

Christina was like an angry cat whose tail had been stepped on. She slipped out of his hold and moved

around to the opposite side of the coffee table to glare at him in embarrassment. “If you try that again,

I'm... I'm going to ignore you.”

Nathaniel's eyes flickered teasingly.

Christina kept to her word, picked up her bag on the couch, and turned to leave. Seeing that, he

immediately pulled her back into his arms and coaxed patiently, “Don't get angry. It's my fault.”

Christina's face was flushed, and she could not look him in the eyes.

Nathaniel chuckled when he saw that. His low and magnetic voice seemed to have a magical charm in

controlling her emotions. “It's now lunch break. Come with me to the lounge and sleep for a while,

okay?”

Christina hummed shyly, not expecting him to dare to do something else.

Nathaniel led her into the lounge, taking off his suit jacket before lying beside her with an arm around

her slightly thicker waistline. He then closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep.

Christina had long been exhausted, having been kept busy by Sharon all morning and hurrying to

deliver Nathaniel's lunch in the afternoon. Hence, she fell asleep soon after her head touched the

pillow.

When the sound of steady breathing reached his ears, Nathaniel opened his eyes and tenderly gazed

at her features. He then lowered his head and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

Christina slept until three in the afternoon. When she woke up, Nathaniel was no longer beside her.

She walked out of the lounge and found herself alone in the spacious CEO's office.

Just then, her phone rang, breaking the silence in the office.

Suddenly, something came into Christina's mind. She quickly walked to the couch and took out her

phone from her bag.

The caller was Rayne, who had sent her no less than ten text messages and WhatsApp messages

alone.

“Sorry, Rayne. Something came up in the afternoon, and I accidentally forgot about the studio.”

Christina placed her hand on her forehead with a remorseful look. “I will bear the consequences.”

“Pregnant women might become forgetful, so I can understand why your memory is so poor now,’

Rayne said empathetically. “You are the boss of the studio. No matter what, you still have your husband

backing you up. No one would dare to upset you, except for the blind and troublesome Elizabeth, of

course.”

Rayne had requested Christina to go to the studio that day so they could come up with a perfect

solution to resolve the issue of the trouble Elizabeth had created for them and complete the order

successfully.

Elizabeth enjoyed causing trouble for the studio because of Anya’'s instigation and the enmity between

her and Christina. As one of the most popular artists recently, Elizabeth had no shortage of brands

offering high-end clothing to her, but she only liked to pick on Christina's studio.

However, this time was different. Even though it was indeed Elizabeth who placed the order, the dress

was made for her fellow celebrity, best friend, and heiress—Anthea Campbell.

Christina hurriedly got down to business. “I didn't make it to the appointment on time. Did Elizabeth

make things difficult for you?”

Rayne snorted in response. “It's a good thing you didn't come, or else you would've been tricked by

them and come all the way for nothing.”

“What do you mean?” Christina asked, puzzled.

From her understanding of Elizabeth, the latter would never easily let go of any chance to ridicule her.

“Elizabeth and her best friend didn’t even show up after I have reschedule many other appointments.

After kicking up so much fuss, they stood us up.” Rayne grew angrier as she spoke. “Everyone in the

studio waited for them for several hours. In the end, I contacted Elizabeth's manager, who was

sarcastic and mean. She simply said that she was busy at the last minute and gave me Anthea’'s

measurements before cutting off all contact.”

Rayne continued through gritted teeth, “Aren't they deliberately making things difficult for us by not

providing the specific measurements and the required style? To make things worse, she demanded us

to deliver the clothing on time seven days later?” Christina knew that Rayne was fuming with rage.

Otherwise, she would never unload her work troubles on her with the latter’s calm temperament.

“Get the other designers to work on other orders first. I bet Anthea is coming for me, so let me take

care of this and liaise with her.”