Chapter 15 She Wants to Destroy Natalie
Chapter 15 She Wants to Destroy Natalie
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the hospital with your beloved Sharon?<b>” </b>
Natalie’s brows furrowed as soon as she saw Jensen enter. <fn7906> Fresh chapters posted on Find?Novel</fn7906>
He looked pale–clearly from blood loss.
But she didn’t feel a shred of pity.
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Jensen ignored the sting in her voice. His eyes were locked on the cufflink sketches on the table, lit with
admiration.
“Natalie, you designed these for me, didn’t you? For our wedding, right?”
He <b>was </b>genuinely moved.
The eagle totem on the cufflink<b>–</b>wasn’t that clearly meant to symbolize him?
And beneath it, the red Buddhist scripture–it was like Natalie, holding him up along with Luke Corp.
As long <b>as </b>Natalie existed, Luke Corp could never be surpassed.
She was his scripture, and he was the soaring eagle.
They were made for each other.
He reached to pick up the drawing, but Natalie snatche<b></b>
d it away first.
“What are you doing? nning to give my design to Sharon again and tell the world she made it?”
Her voice was cold, cutting deep.
Jensen’s joy faltered.
“Natalie, your talent can’t be hidden. So what if Sharon gets some of the credit and recognition?”
“So what? If she’s so talented, let her design something herself. If she can’t, she doesn’t get to steal my work.”
She stuffed the drawings away and turned into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Jensen scowled.
He was injured, but all he could think about was Natalie.
Even when Sharon had begged him to stay at the hospital, he hadn’t been able to do it. He’d rushed here instead.
He didn’t even know why–only that he had to see her.
And this was the wee he got?
Chapter 15 She Wants to Destroy Natalie
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Couldn’t she see he was hurt?
Frustration brewed in his chest.
“Natalie, make me something nourishing. A bowl of porridge, maybe.”
Inside the bathroom, Natalie rolled her eyes.
The audacity.
After everything he’d done to her, he still wanted her to make soup?
She stayed silent.
Jensen got up and knocked on the bathroom door.
“I’m injured, and I haven’t had lunch. Come make me some soup. I want the kind you used to make.”
She nearly burst outughing in disbelief.
Right on cue, Jensen’s phone rang.
Natalie recognized the ringtone–and sneered.
Sure enough, he answered and left in a hurry, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
She stepped out of the bathroom and made a mental note to speed up her immigration application.
She never wanted to see that man again.
Still, thinking of Baron’s cufflinks, she picked up her phone and called an old client.
‘Borris, I need a favor. Can you source a specific material for me and help craft a pair of cufflinks based on the design I’m about to send?”
‘Of course.”
Borris quickly epted the design.
Meanwhile, Jensen sat in the car headed back to the hospital, his mind still fixated on Natalie’s cufflink sketches.
He tried to replicate them from memory, even writing “Sunny” in the bottom right corner—just like Natalie always did.
The more he looked at the copy, the more perfect it seemed.
Before he realized it, the car had reached the hospital.
Jensen slipped the sketch into his pocket.
The moment he stepped into the room, Sharon flung herself into his arms.
“Jensen, where were you? I was <b>so </b>scared without you. That lunatic was in the hospital… it was horrible!“,
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Chapter 15 She Wants to Destroy Natalie
Jensen thought of the mental patient too.
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He’d looked into it–the man had a wife who’d died in a car crashst year, someone about Sharon’s height. Since then, he’d fixated on women who resembled her.
Jensen had already had him removed but hadn’t gotten around to telling Sharon yet.
He gently reassured her, “It’s fine. He’s gone. He won’te near you again.”
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
She clung to his chest, but Jensen caught her wrists and pulled her hands away.
“Sharon, the doctor said no strenuous activity. Don’t push it.”
Her smile fell.
“But I want you…”
“When you’re better. Be good.”
He patted her head and turned to get her a ss of waterpletely unaware the sketch had slipped from his pocket.
Sharon picked it up instinctively.
“Sunny” was signed in the corner.
So this was Natalie’s design?
For a man’s cufflinks?
Unforgivable.
Natalie was using her talent to cling to Jensen, wasn’t she?
Even after she and Jensen were officially married, Natalie still dared to design something for him?
She’s trying to <b><i>steal </i></b><i>my </i><i>man</i><i>. </i>
Not a <i>chance</i><b><i>. </i></b>
A cold glint shed in Sharon’s eyes.
If Natalie’s hands were ruined, she wouldn’t be able to design ever again. She wouldn’t be able to seduce Jensen with her stupid talent.
The thought struck Sharon like lightning–and quickly took root, growing wild and untamed.
Yes<b>. </b>
She’d destroy Natalie.
If Sharon couldn’t be Sunny, then Natalie couldn’t either.
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She stuffed the design under her nket.
When Jensen turned back with the water, Sharon greeted him with her usual sweet smile.
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“Jensen, you’re always so busy. I get scared staying in the hospital alone. Can I have some bodyguards?”
She tugged on his sleeve, acting coy.
“Sure,” Jensen replied without hesitation. “I’ll assign rk to you. He’s got a few capable men under him. Just call him if anything happens.”
“Thank you, Jensen. You’re the best.”
Jensen stayed for a while before heading back to Luke Corp for work.
Sharon, understanding and considerate as always, didn’t try to stop him.
But the moment he left, her expression darkened.
She called rk into the room. Just as he stepped in-
Sharon ripped her hospital gown and threw herself into his arms.
rk was stunned, too shocked to move.
<i>Click</i>–Sharon snapped a photo of the two of them in apromising position.
Then she shoved him away and said coldly. “If you don’t do exactly as I say, I’ll send this to Mr. Luke and tell him you tried to assault me. What do you think he’ll do to you?”
rk’s face went pale.
He dropped to his knees.
“Ms. Summers… what do you want me to do?”