His dark eyes were fixed on Marshall, his expression unreadable.


    He walked over to a nearby sofa and sat down with a casual air, his voice cool and detached. "Since Mr. Spencer is too afraid to sleep, my wife and I will stay here with you."


    Marshall was flustered. He was so shameless. "I don''t want you here. I only want Natalie. Besides, what kind of husband are you? You act more like Joanna''s husband."


    Marshall was still immature, sounding like a petnt child.


    Sebastian clenched his fists. The past couldn''t be erased.


    He had, in fact, done those things. To outsiders, he had indeed treated Joanna as his future wife.


    Guilty, Sebastian remained silent.


    Seeing that Sebastian wasn''t leaving, Natalie gave Marshall a small pill. “Marshall, take this. It will help you feel better."


    Marshall trusted Nataliepletely. He took the pill but continued to hold her hand tightly.


    He was wearing light blue pajama pants, and Natalie couldn''t help but notice he was well-built, with toned muscles and an alluring presence.


    Sebastian watched the change in Natalie''s expression and knew she was captivated by Marshall''s look of broken vulnerability.


    This damned maniptive snake!


    Damn it!


    He wanted to kill him!


    After lying down, Marshall watched Natalie anxiously, afraid she would leave.


    "Natalie, you won''t leave me, right?"


    She smiled and nodded. "I won''t leave. You''ll be fine after tonight. Tomorrow, I''ll take you to buy some stocks and make you a huge profit. That should cheer you up. In my world, there''s nothing more satisfying than making money.”


    Marshall''s face lit up. "Okay!"


    He started to feel drowsy, but he fought to keep his eyes on Natalie, unwilling to fall asleep.


    Seeing him struggle, she said softly, "Marshall, it''s okay. Go to sleep. I''ll be right here with you."


    Only then did he rx. "Okay."


    Marshall shot a triumphant look at Sebastian.


    Sebastian''s eyes were dark with fury. He red back, warning him to back off.


    At least Matthew had some self-control, but this Marshall was apletely shameless maniptor.


    In the past, Natalie had only revolved around him, her eyes never straying to another man.


    Now, he was no longer the only one in her sight.


    Matthew, Marshall, and that boy she saw at the hospital—her world now included other men.


    At this thought, he felt a profound sense of powerlessness.


    Soon, Marshall''s even breathing filled the room.


    Natalie took a deep breath. She had finally managed to get him to sleep.


    It was just a nightmare.


    He''d already died once; what was there to be afraid of?


    Natalie was exhausted. She rested her head on the side of Marshall''s bed and drifted off.


    Sebastian''s gaze darkened. “Natalie, are you really nning to sleep there?" His voice was low and tense, his expression even colder.


    Natalie''s tone was t. "What else? What if Marshall wakes up terrified again? There''ll be no one tofort him."


    Sebastian was speechless. "He''s a grown man. Does he really need you tofort him?"


    Natalie suddenly looked at him, her


    dark eyes sparkling with a wicked smile sebastian, aren''t you the expert atforting people?"


    "You certainly know how to make Joanna happy. Poor thing, your first love. After being so bullied yesterday, you didn''t even go tofort herbet shelf be cryingt you first thing in the morning."


    Natalie mimicked Joanna''s tearful


    act. "Sebastian, I was so, so sad


    night Why didn''t youe sest


    me?


    Do you even have me in your heart?"