<b>Chapter </b><b>129 </b>
Nathan’s usually deep <b>eyes </b>suddenly seemed to catch the sunlight, sweeping away all his earlier gloom. He grinned at me and teased, “So when exactly is sooner orter? Tomorrow morning, or tomorrow night?”
I shot him an exasperated look. “Do you really think getting divorced is as easy as grabbing a meal or taking a nap? What, you think I can just pick morning or night like it’s nothing?”
Nathan actually seemed to enjoy getting scolded by me. He grinned like a fool for a bit, then got all serious again. “So, now that you know they’re close, are you still sleeping with Mr. Hob?”
His question really left me stumped.
Sure, Jared <b>was </b>a total yer, but one couldn’t deny he <b>was </b>in great shape and had stamina to spare.
Besides, I never imed to be some chaste saint. If the opportunity was right there, why not take it? Honestly, he was still way better than some random gigolo out there.
“Uh, that’s a bit much. Don’t you think?” I coughed lightly, trying to end the topic.
“So, you still are, huh?” Nathan looked like he <b>was </b>instantly swallowed up by jealousy.
I turned to look at him, thinking, ‘Nathan runs his own techpany, but how can he still be such a softie?”
“Once you’ve got a woman, you’ll understand a lot more. Open your mind a little,” I said, getting up and walking away. Nathan trailed after me, step for step, like a clingy dog I just couldn’t shake off.
I’d walk a bit, then stop, and he’d do exactly the same, matching me move for move.
I checked the time. It was already afternoon, and my stomach was growling.
I turned to Nathan and said, “Let’s split up here, okay? And don’t follow me back to the hotel. Jared’s not an idiot; he’s already suspicious about us. Well, not that there’s really anything going on between us anyway.”
“I like you. Doesn’t that count for something?” Nathan was always so bold and straightforward, which made me, a married woman, look almost pure byparison.
“It counts, but just because you like me doesn’t mean we can just mess around,” I said seriously, meeting his eyes. “Nathan, just wait a little longer. Once I’m divorced, I’lle find you first.”
“Really?” Nathan’s eyes lit up, like he’d just won a prize.
“Yeah,” I said, smiling and nodding. “But let me make it clear up front. I’m not getting married again.”
Nathan’s expression froze. He looked at me, a little hurt. “I’m not Jared. I’m not the type to fool around and then just walk away.”
“Well, I might.” I shot back with a smirk. Living life like a game was just who I was.
Nathan looked at me,pletely stunned.
I couldn’t help butugh out loud, teasing him and making him blush. I really was turning into a bit of a bad girl.
Nathan’s handsome <b>face </b>flushed bright red, whether from embarrassment or frustration, I couldn’t tell. His big hands tightened a little, almost unconsciously. “Fine, no marriage, but we’re still going to be together.”
His charming eyes <b>actually </b>put me in <b>a </b>pretty good mood, so I gave him <b>a </b><b>casual </b>promise<b>. </b>“<b>Yeah</b>, I will. I’m off now.”
Nathan hurried over to open the <b>car </b>door for me. “Drive <b>safe</b><b>, </b>okay? Shoot me <b>a </b><b>text </b>when you get there.”
<b>“</b>Sorry<b>, </b><b>no </b><b>texts</b>. I don’t want to <b>leave </b>any <b>evidence</b><b>,</b><b>” </b>I <b>said </b><b>as </b>I slipped into the <b>car</b>.
By the time <b>I </b>got back to the hotel, it was already <b>past </b>four in the afternoon, and Jared was nowhere to be <b>seen</b>.
I had the hotel send up some food and booked a room for myself. I wasn’t going to <b>stay </b>with <b>Jared </b>anymore. If he had the nerve toe looking for me, I’d just shove that packet of medicine Sally gave me down his throat.
<b>I </b><b>was </b>sure Sally just panicked and grabbed some so–called family remedy from a random back–alley doctor. It probably didn’t work at all–heck, it might even be toxic.
I <b>was </b>munching on my food in the hotel room when Jared called.