Chapter 231 Don’t You Dare me Natalie


    Jensen’s brow furrowed tightly without him even realizing.


    “Mom, that’s enough! I know you’ve been wronged, but I’ve already had people look into it. I told


    it wasn’t Natalie–so why do you keep going on like this? Where’s yourposure?”


    you


    Loretta never expected Jensen to


    speak to her this way; she immediately exploded.


    “Jensen, I’m your mother! Are you saying I have no manners? Watch me beat some sense into you!”


    Furious, Loretta started looking around for something to hit him with.


    Jensen felt utterly exasperated.


    “Housekeeper, take her downstairs to freshen up. She doesn’t exactly smell pleasant right now.”


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    It was only then thRoretta remembered how disheveled she looked; this was hardly the time to be arguing


    son. She shot him a resentful re before hurrying back to her room to


    wash up


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    rvant entered.


    sen, Ms. Sharon is here.”


    Jensen sounded surprised, as if he hadn’t quite caught the name.


    “Ms. Sharon,” the servant quickly rified. “She doesn’t seem to be doing very well.”


    That was when Jensen remembered Sharon’s pregnancy.


    The olddy seemed to care quite a bit about that child,


    His brow knit even tighter.


    Fine. Let her keep my motherpany; better that than making trouble outside every day. Prepare a room for her.”


    But as soon as he said it, Jensen felt a sudden suffocation.


    He and Natalie had been together for five years, yet she had never once lived in the family estate–yet Sharon was moving in.


    Yes, he had been the one to marry Sharon; but at this moment, he couldn’t help but feel bitter.


    Sharon had been frightened into submission by Natalic.


    She hadn’t thought much of Natalie before, always assuming she was fragile, a weak little thing easy to bully—until suddenly Natalie became terrifying, backed by the Stone family no less.


    Sharon wasn’t stupid.


    A poisoning Quincy, she had already alienated the Summers family. Jordan hadn’t taken


    against her yet, but if she ever lost favor with the Luke family, the consequences would


    isastrous<b>. </b>


    The baby in her belly was her only bargaining chip.


    She had to protect it.


    She had onlye here to test the waters; she never expected it to actually work.


    A triumphant smile tugged at her lips.


    Led by the servant, Sharon stepped into the estate; she hadn’t expected to run into Jensen here.


    “Jensen?”


    She looked surprised–though her eyes shone more with delight. <i>Did </i><i>this </i><i>mean </i><i>Jensen </i><i>was </i><i>allowing </i><i>me </i><i>to </i><i>stay</i>? <i>Did </i><i>it </i><i>mean </i><i>there </i><i>was </i><i>still </i><i>a </i><i>chance </i><i>for </i><i>us</i><i>? </i>


    Instinctively, Sharon tried to slip her arm through his, but Jensen quickly sidestepped.


    His gaze was cold.


    “Sharon, you know perfectly well why I’m letting you live here. My mother cares about the child you’re carrying, so focus on your pregnancy. No matter what, as the baby’s mother, the Luke family won’t treat you unfairly. But any other thoughts you might have–you’d better put them away. You know as well as I do, I only married you out of pity. As for what I do outside of here, you’d best stay out of it.”


    Jensen turned to leave, but Sharon caught his arm. Out of habit, she used her injured hand.


    “Ah! My hand! It hurts!”


    The pain brought <b>tears </b>to her eyes–this time, they weren’t fake.


    Jensen froze, stunned for a moment. His gaze shifted to her ruined hand, and something flickered through his mind.


    Seeing him stare, Sharon assumed guilt had finally struck him. She batted hershes and let two crocodile tears fall.


    “Jensen, I know you don’t care for me. Don’t worry—I’ll behave. With one hand crippled, what could I possibly do?”


    She lowered her head, shoulders trembling as she wept, looking pitiful.


    But Jensen didn’t pay her any mind. Instead, his thoughts suddenly shifted <i>to </i>Natalie.


    ruined too.


    Sharon had been the one to have it smashed.


    Back then, to protect Sharon, how had he treated Natalie?


    The image shed in his mind, him sitting coldly by Natalie’s hospital bed, threatening her that Ocean City belonged to him, warning her that even if she tried to sue Sharon, he would stop her.


    At the time, he hadn’t thought it wrong.


    But looking back now, Jensen suddenly realized just how vile he had been. <i>Wait</i>—<i>if </i><i>Natalie’s </i><i>hand </i>was <i>crippled</i>, <i>how </i><i>could </i><i>she have </i><i>drawn </i><i>those </i><i>designs</i>? <i>Then </i><i>who </i><i>was </i><i>really </i><i>behind </i><i>the </i><i>sketches </i><i>for </i>Sunny’s <ieback</i>? <i>Had </i><i>she </i><i>opened </i><i>her </i><i>studio </i><i>because </i><i>she </i><i>could </i><i>no </i><i>longer </i><i>create </i><i>them </i><i>herself</i>? <i>And </i><i>was </i><i>that </i><i>the </i><i>reason </i>she <i>demanded </i><i>five </i><i>years</i>‘ <i>worth </i><i>of </i><i>design </i><i>fees </i><i>from </i><i>him</i><i>? </i>


    For the first time, Jensen felt like aplete bastard.