The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About

Chapter 15: Gaze on the Chest

Editor: Henyee Translations

"Who on earth are you?"

Estelle’s eyes widened at the question. Her dress had torn open down the back, exposing a broad expanse of skin. The remaining fabric clung precariously to her body, threatening to slip at any moment.

However, she had no time to worry about that.

Forcing herself to stay calm, she replied, "That’s a ridiculous question, Mr. Sloan. I’m Yara Lockwood. Who else would I be? And you!"

Nathaniel’s fingertips traced the curve of her waist, slowly gliding upward. A shiver ran through her. The shape of her waist, the way her body reacted, every detail felt eerily familiar.

Nathaniel’s gaze darkened. Without warning, he reclined the seat, wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and pinned her beneath him in one swift motion.

Estelle’s entire body tensed. During the struggle, one of her dress straps snapped. The gown slipped lower, barely hanging on.

The outline of her curves became visible. Fury flared in Estelle’s eyes, and she kicked at him. "Have you lost your mind? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Nathaniel didn’t seem angry. He effortlessly caught her ankle with one hand. The elegant heel only emphasized the long line of her leg.

With his other hand, he lifted her chin and asked, his expression flickering, "Miss Lockwood, I’d like to ask you a question."

Every avenue of resistance had been blocked. Though she was technically still dressed, the fabric barely covered her.

Humiliated and aggrieved, Estelle snapped, "Does Noelle know you’re here acting like a complete pig?"

Nathaniel glanced at her flatly. Her cheeks were flushed with anger. Even the way her brows knitted together looked painfully familiar. For a moment, she resembled Estelle even more.

Ignoring her insult, he asked hoarsely, "Miss Lockwood... why do you look so much like my wife?"

Estelle’s heart skipped a beat, but she regained her composure almost instantly and let out a cold laugh. "Didn’t you already answer that question yourself, Mr. Sloan? You said I had plastic surgery to look like your ex-wife so I could throw myself at you.

"What’s the point of asking me now? Have you forgotten your own words? Or do you think I’m your dead wife?"

"I do," Nathaniel admitted hoarsely. "At the banquet just now, you deliberately made Noelle fall back into the water. You were making Noelle pay for what she did to my wife. The same method. The same humiliation. You are Estelle."

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Estelle scoffed. "Or maybe I just have a strong sense of justice."

Nathaniel said nothing. His fingers brushed her jaw and tilted her face upward. Then his gaze slowly drifted downward.

His grip wasn’t gentle. It hurt.

Estelle turned her head away, but the distance between them narrowed until their breaths mingled.

Nathaniel’s fingertips were surprisingly warm, completely at odds with his cold demeanor. The contrast made her pulse quicken despite herself, and his gaze remained fixed on her chest.

Humiliated and furious, Estelle reached for her slipping dress, but Nathaniel immediately caught her wrist.

"Nathaniel, stop looking and shut your eyes," she barked.

Nathaniel slowly lifted his gaze to her face and asked, "Am I not supposed to look?"

Estelle nearly laughed in disbelief. He actually had the nerve to ask that?

At that moment, the fragile fabric finally gave way and slipped lower.

Instinctively, Estelle lunged forward. Her body collided with his chest, blocking his line of sight. Yet Nathaniel was wearing only a black silk shirt.

In the darkness, the supple warmth of her body seeped through the thin fabric and spread across his senses. Instinctively, he reached out, wanting to touch Estelle’s skin as he had on countless nights five years ago.

Yet the next moment, a sharp pain shot through his neck. Estelle had sunk her teeth into him without mercy.

"Hss—"

"If you’re that desperate, go find Noelle. I’m sure she’d be happy to entertain you to the fullest," Estelle said coldly.

Nathaniel’s eyes darkened. Effortlessly, he lifted her back up, and his gaze swept over her again.

Estelle’s mind went blank. "You, Nathaniel!"

Ignoring her outrage, Nathaniel focused on a single spot. There was no desire in his eyes, only scrutiny. He was searching for something, but it wasn’t there.

How could that be possible?

In that instant, Nathaniel lost all composure. A surge of grief rose in his chest.

He remembered clearly that Estelle had a small birthmark on her chest. Meanwhile, Yara’s skin was smooth, without any sign of a birthmark.

So she wasn’t Estelle?

"Have you seen enough? Stop talking about your wife all the time. She’s been dead for years, and there’s no point pretending to be a devoted husband. Get off me," she demanded.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Estelle shoved him away, grabbed his coat, wrapped it around herself, and kicked him squarely in the chest. Then she scrambled out of the car without looking back.

Nathaniel’s throat tightened. As he watched her retreating figure, he suddenly realized she was wearing nothing beneath the coat. How was she supposed to get home like that?

He got out of the car immediately, but by the time he reached the parking lot, Estelle had already disappeared.

Only after putting some distance between herself and the limo did Estelle realize something was wrong.

Her hair was a mess, and her cheeks were flushed. She had just climbed out of a man’s car wearing nothing but his trench coat. It was no wonder everyone she passed was staring at her.

After finally finding her own car, she mentally cursed Nathaniel a hundred times before calming down enough to think.

Nathaniel was getting suspicious about who she was. She had prepared for this, but she hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

Besides, Nathaniel had never truly cared about her, so why was he suddenly acting like some devoted widower?

She hadn’t been the one in the wrong five years ago, and she shouldn’t have been forced to hide her identity.

However, if she openly revealed herself now, she wouldn’t be able to expose Noelle and Nathaniel, who had joined forces to murder her five years ago. Nor would she be able to reveal the so-called suicide note to the public and clear her name.

If it came to that, all Noelle would have to do was shed a few tears, and the Lockwood family would pressure her with guilt. Somehow, she would become the unreasonable one all over again in everyone else’s eyes.

’Thank God I had the birthmark removed,’ Estelle thought as she lightly touched her chest. Nathaniel wouldn’t be able to do anything as long as she continued denying who she was.

Just thinking about his trench coat on her shoulders made her skin crawl. What on earth had gotten into that man tonight?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Then her gaze landed on a small advertisement by the roadside.

Suddenly, an idea came to her.

She took out her phone, typed a message, and sent it to the number on the advertisement.

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Unable to find Estelle anywhere, Nathaniel eventually returned to his car.

’Maybe I’ve lost my mind, thinking Yara is Estelle,’ he thought.

If she really were Estelle, she could simply reveal herself instead of opposing him at every turn.

At that moment, his phone rang.

Nathaniel answered absentmindedly, and before he could speak, a sugary female voice came through the line. "Hey, handsome. Looking for company tonight? I’ll be waiting for you at the Golden Summit Hotel."

Nathaniel’s face darkened instantly. He hung up without a word.