Chapter 173 Wrong Girl Right Eyes


    Chris stepped forward quickly, blocking Jensen’s hand.


    “Mr. Jensen, please control yourself.”


    Chris‘ grip was firm, though slightly restrained.


    Sweat broke out across Jensen’s forehead.


    But he refused to give up.


    “Natalie? You’re Natalie, aren’t you?”


    “Why is Mr. Jensen so agitated?”


    Natalie sat down across from him.


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    The warmth and tenderness that once brimmed in her eyes–all for him–were gone; in their ce was only cold distance and unfamiliarity.


    But those eyes were undeniably Natalie’s.


    Jensen’s throat tightened. A thousand words flooded his mind, yet it was as if his voice had been stolen; he couldn’t get a single syble out.


    His eyes were bloodshot, a faint mist of tears shimmering in them.


    If Natalie had truly lost her memory, she might have believed this man was madly in love with her.


    His expression was so vivid; so raw with shock and joy.


    “Heh…”


    Natalie let out a soft, mirthlessugh, then waved her hand.


    Chris immediately released Jensen and stepped respectfully behind Natalie.


    Only then did Jensen realize that all these men in ck—and Chris himself—had been brought here by the woman before him. <i>Was </i><i>she </i><i>really </i><i>Natalie</i>?


    “Natalie, it’s such a relief you’re alive. I didn’t know you were in the warehouse that day, otherwise I never would have-”


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    “Mr. Jensen, perhaps you’ve mistaken me for someone else. Yes, my name is Natalie, but I am Natalie Stone, daughter of Waylon Stone and sister of Flynn Stone. I’m the heiress of Stone Group in Murica. I’ve never been to Ocean City before; this is my first time.”


    Her cool words froze the joy on Jensen’s face in an instant.


    “What did you say?”


    “If Mr. Jensen’s ears aren’t working properly, you should have them checked at a hospital.”


    Natalie’s voice remained t, her gaze unchanged, as though this really were the first time they had ever met.


    Jensen faltered. <i>Could she </i><i>truly </i><i>not </i><i>be </i><i>Natalie</i>?


    Looking closer, while they were the same height, their temperaments couldn’t have been more different.


    His Natalie had been a flower raised in a greenhouse; this woman was a de fresh out of its sheath, radiating sharpness.


    Yet those familiar eyes–though stripped of all warmth–were unmistakable.


    And the ring dangling from her mask’s chain…


    Heat surged in Jensen’s chest again.


    “Natalie, I know you me me, and maybe you don’t want to forgive me. That’s fine; as long as you’ll admit who you are, I’ll do anything. If you’re not my Natalie, then why are you still carrying the ring on your mask? That was our token of love.”


    “Oh, this?<b>” </b>


    Natalie slipped off her glove. Her long, pale fingers brushed the ring lightly; then she smiled. “I picked it up. I thought it was pretty–there’s a kind of fractured beauty to some ng burned and broken. So I kept it. Why? Was this yours, Mr. Jensen? My apologies; I assumed it was ownerless<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    She turned to Chris without hesitation. “Chris, transfer Mr. Jensen some moneyter. Consider the ring something I bought.”


    “Yes, miss<b>.” </b>


    Chris bowed his head in deference.


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    Jensen’s expression froze at her words.


    “How can you measure this ring with money?”


    “And what else, Mr. Jensen? Do you want it back? That’s fine too.”


    Natalie tugged the ring free and tossed it casually onto the table.


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    Her gaze on him was calm; detached.


    Jensen stared at her face, desperate to find even the faintest trace of the past in her eyes–but there was nothing.


    It felt as if something lodged in his throat, neither up nor down.


    A dull darkness dimmed his eyes.


    <i>Why </i><i>wouldn’t </i><i>Natalie </i><i>acknowledge </i><i>me</i><i>? </i>


    <i>It </i><i>had </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>because </i><i>she </i><i>was </i><i>still </i><i>angry </i><i>about </i><i>the </i><i>fire</i><i>. </i><i>Yes</i>. <i>That </i><i>had </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>it</i><i>. </i>Jensen thought back to what Ms. Sunny had said when she arranged this meeting.


    She mentioned past


    work.


    <i>If </i><i>she </i><i>wasn’t </i><i>his </i><i>Natalie</i><i>, </i>why <i>would </i><i>she </i><i>bring </i><i>up </i><i>her </i><i>old </i><i>designs</i><i>? </i>Jensen felt like he had found his opening.


    Excited, he was just about to speak when the barista walked over carrying two cups of coffee.


    “Here you are–your coffee.”


    Jensen had no choice but to swallow his words, ring at the barista in irritation.


    <i>Doesn’t </i><i>this </i><i>fool </i><i>know </i><i>how </i><i>to </i><i>read </i><i>a </i><i>room</i><i>? </i>


    Under Jensen’s re, the barista’s eyes darted away, his hands trembling slightly.


    A little of the coffee sloshed over the rims of the cups.


    Natalie narrowed her eyes.


    Something about this barista wasn’t right.


    <b>She </b>kept her face impassive and said nothing, simply watching coldly as the barista set the cups down in front of her and Jensen.