Chapter 242
From a distance, the lively chatter and laughter from the main hall were impossible to ignore for Nathalie.
She couldn’t help but overhear everything.
“Ashley, you’re both beautiful and smart, just my cup of tea. If you are willing, I hope you’ll give Nathan a shot. Maybe you’ll fall for him. After all, you two are around the same age, so you should have plenty to talk about,” Mason was saying.
Ashley’s voice, as clear and sweet as a nightingale’s song, echoed back, “Mason, let me be straight with you. I’ve got high standards. If your grandson isn’t good–looking and bright, I’m not interested.”
Mason chuckled at her bluntness, “Ha–ha. You’ll judge for yourself when you meet him. I believe you won’t be disappointed, Ashley.”
Passing by the hall’s entrance, Nathalie couldn’t resist a peek inside. One look at Ashley’s vibrant presence had her hooked.
Ashley had such a sincere and untouched charm, with eyes as clear as a blue summer sky. It was like she’d never known the world’s Warshness.
Nathalie could only think one thing: perfect.
A girl this genuine and pure was just right for Nathan. No wonder, in another life, she was the only woman who stood by Nathan’s side. Suddenly, Nathalie’s phone rang, jolting her into a quick retreat. She shielded her phone as she left the hall before daring to answer it.
Nathan was on the line, sounding a bit tired, “Nathalie, did you get lost or something? Why aren’t you up here yet?”
Nathalie blurted out, “Nathan, I just saw your future wife…”
Nathan’s tone turned sharp, “I’m not even married yet.”
Nathalie gasped. She almost spilling the beans. Nathan and Ashley’s story hadn’t even started in this lifetime.
Quickly, she backtracked, “No, I meant I saw the girl your grandpa wants to introduce to you.”
“We haven’t even met. How can you be so sure she’s the one?” Nathan asked.
“Uh-” Nathalie tapped her lips. She was always too quick to reveal what shouldn’t be said. “Nathan, you’ll totally like her. She’s stunning and so straightforward…”
“Really?” Nathan was suddenly right in front of her.
Nathalie’s surprise was almost cartoon–like. She’d never seen Nathan look so disheveled before. His hair was greasy and clumped, with a sprinkle of dandruff. His normally glowing skin was now an uneven tan, blotchy in places. His clothes hung loose and ill–fitting.
“Nathan, who did this to your face?”
Nathan grumbled, “I was hoping you’d be here early to help me with the makeup, but you were late, so I had to wing it.”
Nathalie couldn’t help but laugh, “Looks like you really care about this date. You even tried doing your own makeup. But, you’ve got some room for improvement.”
She figured he’d messed up his own attempt.
“Nathan, go
wash your face. Let me do your makeup, and I promise you’ll be dashing.”
Nathan’s lips curved into a slight smile. Who needed to be dashing, anyway?
“We’re out of time. We’re already late. I think being punctual is more important than looking good,” Nathan said.
With that, he tugged Nathalie along toward the hall.
