The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Of Course, You Have to Sleep Together to See the Real Deal

There were many ways to keep Nathaniel Sloan from going out, like pretending to be sick.

In Zachery’s mind, the young master was clever and resourceful. Keeping their scumbag dad from leaving should have been easy; faking an illness would have been a cinch!

’But what in the world was he doing?’

Christian, holding a kettle, was expressionlessly pouring water onto Nathaniel Sloan’s bed.

Soon, the comforter and sheets were soaked through. The bed was definitely unsleepable for the night.

Christian retracted his hand, seemingly unfazed by how shocking his actions were. "There," he said calmly.

Zachery: "..."

’Uh... what?’

Zachery’s eyes were filled with naive innocence. "And this will... keep our scumbag dad from leaving?" freēwēbnovel.com

Christian gave him an enigmatic look.

...

Nathaniel Sloan saw his drenched bed.

He didn’t need to check the security cameras to know this was the handiwork of those three.

The man clicked his tongue, walked over to another door, and knocked slowly and deliberately.

Estelle Lockwood was just getting ready for bed. Hearing the knock, she paused in confusion for a moment. "Yes?"

Nathaniel Sloan’s hand was still raised to knock. At her voice, he nodded. "Miss Lockwood, might I impose on you for a night?" frёewebηovel.cѳm

Without a second thought, Estelle Lockwood moved to shut the door. "Get help."

Nathaniel Sloan’s lips curled into a slight smile as he blocked the door. "My bed is currently unfit for sleeping, and the other rooms are without beds. You can’t possibly expect me to squeeze into a room with Chapman."

Estelle Lockwood was utterly baffled. "Imperial Crest has so many guest rooms. How could there not be any beds?"

Nathaniel Sloan drawled, "Yes, well... Ms. Riddle threw them all out last time."

Estelle Lockwood: "..." ’Yeah, right.’

She wasn’t even sure what her relationship with Nathaniel Sloan was anymore, but her mouth still moved faster than her brain.

"Who said there are no beds in Imperial Crest? Isn’t there still that room upstairs? Noelle Lockwood’s special room. If Noelle knew you spent a night in her room, she’d be over the moon... Let go of me!"

Nathaniel Sloan caught the hand she was using to close the door, his fingertips brushing against her wrist. He then raised his other hand and pressed a finger to her lips, his voice low and husky.

"Miss Lockwood, have you not been upstairs to take a look this whole time?"

Estelle Lockwood pursed her lips.

’Why would I go upstairs?’

That room on the east side of the third floor of Imperial Crest, the one with the wisteria balcony, had always belonged to Noelle Lockwood.

She had gone up once out of curiosity, only to have Rose Lowell point a finger in her face and scream at her, accusing her of having everything yet still trying to steal the ’few’ things Noelle Lockwood had.

Inside her and Nathaniel Sloan’s own marital home, a special room was reserved for his childhood sweetheart—a room she, the lady of the house, was forbidden from entering.

The room’s very existence was a slap in the face, a blatant declaration to the world that Nathaniel Sloan did not love her.

It was like that five years ago, and returning five years later, she naturally had no interest in seeing it.

Nathaniel Sloan smiled, stating with conviction, "It seems Miss Lockwood truly hasn’t been up there."

He’d struck a nerve. It was as if all of Estelle’s unspoken fears were churning inside her again, and a wave of impatience washed over her.

"Isn’t it perfectly normal that I haven’t been? Why would I go to Noelle Lockwood’s room? Mr. Sloan, you might get into anyone’s bed, but not just any man can get into mine!"

As she spoke, Estelle Lockwood sized him up. Undeniably, the man possessed a devastatingly handsome face and a great body, but she forced herself to say, "I suppose only someone like Noelle Lockwood would be interested."

The light in Nathaniel Sloan’s eyes dimmed, and his voice took on a dangerous edge. "Are you implying, Miss Lockwood, that you’ve had other men in your bed these past few years?"

He stressed the words "other men," his gaze brewing a storm.

Estelle Lockwood casually tucked a curl behind her ear. Her long lashes fluttered as she drawled, "That’s right. You could say I’ve had my share of men over the years. Does Mr. Sloan have a problem with that?"

Nathaniel Sloan suddenly broke into a smile.

He suddenly closed the distance between them, stepping into the room as Estelle Lockwood’s eyes widened in shock.

Estelle Lockwood instinctively sensed danger and tried to back away, but the man pulled her firmly into his embrace.

His embrace wasn’t tight, leaving her room to struggle. "What are you doing!"

Nathaniel Sloan’s lips curled slowly. "A problem? I have no problem at all."

"If you don’t have a problem, then let go of—"

"I’m just a bit curious. Between myself and the other men who have been in Miss Lockwood’s bed, who’s better?"

Estelle Lockwood was so angry she laughed, completely missing the hidden meaning in his words. "Is that even a question? Of course the other men were better!"

Nathaniel Sloan said languidly, "Your words are baseless, Miss Lockwood. With things like this, you have to sleep with someone to find out the truth. Since you haven’t tried, how would you know that I don’t measure up to the others?"

Estelle Lockwood snapped her mouth shut.

’...Damn it, he’d trapped me in his wordplay!’

Estelle Lockwood’s cheeks flushed. After a long, frustrated pause, she let out a cold laugh. "Fine. But you should know, Mr. Sloan, I have very high standards."

Nathaniel Sloan nodded. "I’m all ears."

Estelle Lockwood: "..."

Estelle Lockwood was genuinely tired, and her mind felt sluggish. Faced with Nathaniel Sloan’s calm composure, she was at a loss for words.

Nathaniel Sloan gazed down at the vibrant woman before him, this person he had lost and found again, and sighed internally.

’I can’t tease her anymore. Any more and my little hedgehog is going to explode.’

Estelle Lockwood averted her gaze. "Fine. You take the bed, I’ll take the sofa—Nathaniel Sloan!"

Nathaniel Sloan grabbed her, pulling her into his arms so abruptly that she lost her balance, and they both tumbled onto the large bed.

"Nathaniel Sloan, have you no shame?"

"I don’t," the man said nonchalantly as he turned off the lights. "If you’re tired, just sleep."

Estelle Lockwood struggled for a bit, but soon heard the sound of steady breathing from behind her.

Stunned by his shamelessness, Estelle Lockwood ground her teeth. But she couldn’t fight the overwhelming drowsiness and soon fell asleep.

After she fell asleep, the man behind her slowly opened his eyes, his gaze tracing the outline of her lips in the darkness.

...

Outside the door, Zachery and Christian exchanged a high-five.

"Young Master, you’re a genius! I can’t believe you predicted our scumbag dad’s prediction!"

’And here I was wondering what kind of plan pouring water on the bed was. So this was why!’

Christian nodded, then glanced uncertainly at Mia. "We can rest easy now, right?"

’The divination reading said that as long as Daddy doesn’t go out tonight, he and Mommy will resolve their misunderstandings and reconcile.’

’Now that Daddy and Mommy are sleeping together, there’s no way he’ll have to leave for some urgent matter, right?’

Mia hesitated. ’Actually, the foretold time could be considered either night or morning... but... but it should be fine, right?’

She reassured herself and nodded firmly. "Right, this will be fine!"

...

「The next morning.」

Estelle Lockwood opened her eyes and glanced at the clock. It was only five in the morning.

’So early. The sky isn’t even light out...’

She’d had a rare, deep sleep last night. She hadn’t slept so soundly in five years.

’Strange, why did I sleep so well last night? I felt like I was hugging a big, warm hot-water bottle in my sleep...’

Just then, the person behind her stirred.