The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Nathaniel Sloan Isn’t Dressed

Estelle Lockwood thought she had misheard, her eyes widening. "...What did you say?"

Nathaniel Sloan’s gaze was so intense it felt tangible, sweeping over her face inch by inch. He spoke slowly, each word deliberate, in a hoarse voice.

"I said, Dr. Lockwood, give me a kiss, and I’ll help you deal with Noelle Lockwood."

Estelle Lockwood was stunned for two seconds, then abruptly took a step back. "Nathaniel Sloan, have you no shame!"

’Is he that shameless? I’m just his family doctor, and he’s just casually asking for a kiss! Is he even human?!’

Nathaniel Sloan narrowed his eyes, then smiled. "I can tell you really don’t like Noelle Lockwood, Dr. Lockwood. If she were to take care of me, she would have to move into Imperial Crest again."

"Then you and Noelle Lockwood would be seeing each other constantly. That would be awkward, wouldn’t it?"

Estelle Lockwood wasn’t a fool. "Are you threatening me?"

’That bastard! What is wrong with him?’

’He insisted on me taking care of him, and I let that slide.’

’But now Noelle Lockwood shows up, and he’s demanding a kiss, otherwise I’m not "qualified" to take care of him... Seriously, who does he think he is?’

’Is taking care of him supposed to be some great honor?’

’But if Noelle Lockwood moves into Imperial Crest, all my plans will be for nothing...’ Estelle Lockwood’s expression grew conflicted.

Nathaniel Sloan chuckled softly. He had a good idea what she was thinking and was just about to tell Noelle Lockwood to get lost when a shadow fell over him.

Estelle Lockwood quickly pecked him on the lips!

It was like a dragonfly skimming the water—a touch-and-go whisper—but the soft, warm sensation sent a jolt through Nathaniel Sloan.

A familiar feeling washed over him, and his gaze deepened. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The moment she kissed him, Estelle Lockwood immediately backed away two steps, wiping her lips in disgust and motioning with her eyes for him to speak.

Noelle Lockwood froze completely. Her eyes flew wide, blood rushed to her head, and her eyes turned scarlet—

’What is Yara doing?! She kissed Nathaniel! Aaaaargh!’

’I’ve been by his side for so many years and never even had the chance to touch him.’

’Why does Yara get to kiss him?!’

Tears welled in Noelle Lockwood’s eyes, and she looked utterly pitiful. "Dr. Lockwood, how could you do this? Nathaniel, he..."

"Your services aren’t needed here. I told you not to come to Imperial Crest without my permission."

Nathaniel Sloan cut her off coldly. "Leave on your own, or should I have someone escort you out?"

Looking as if she’d suffered a devastating blow, Noelle Lockwood’s tears streamed down her face. She staggered back two steps, sobbing uncontrollably. "Nathaniel, I know you still blame me. I’ll just go."

"But even if you blame me, there’s no need to put on an act with Yara for my sake. I know..."

"Who said I was acting?" Estelle Lockwood didn’t mind provoking her a little more.

She pressed herself lightly against Nathaniel Sloan’s chest, watching Noelle Lockwood with a look of relaxed composure.

"Nathaniel and I are for real, Miss Lockwood. It’s getting late. Could you please not disturb us?"

’I will return every single word Noelle Lockwood ever said to me, one by one!’

Seeing that Noelle Lockwood still hadn’t left, Estelle Lockwood said with a sweet smile, "Or would you rather stay and watch us continue kissing?"

"You, you..." Noelle Lockwood let out a sob, and under Nathaniel Sloan’s icy gaze, she covered her mouth and ran.

Her retreating figure made it seem as if Estelle Lockwood were an unforgivable Sinner.

Nathaniel Sloan’s gaze was dark and still, yet held an indescribable depth as it fell upon Estelle Lockwood.

As soon as Noelle Lockwood was gone, Estelle Lockwood immediately pushed him away and stepped out of his embrace. She frowned with impatience and said:

"What are you doing? Are you ever going to let go? Getting addicted to holding me, are you?"

Nathaniel Sloan scoffed. ’Heh... So quick to use me and toss me aside.’

Estelle Lockwood went straight upstairs. Nathaniel Sloan watched her retreating back, then suddenly closed his eyes.

"Chapman, this evening, I’ll need you to help me with something."

’I have one more way to make her admit it.’

...

「That evening.」

Estelle Lockwood had just finished her work and was coming out of the study when she ran into Chapman, who was rushing over.

"Dr. Lockwood, Mr. Sloan’s arm wound has split open again. It’s too late to call another doctor, so could I trouble you to take a look?"

Estelle Lockwood stopped in her tracks on the way back to her room. "It split open again?"

Chapman, thinking of Mr. Sloan’s instructions, felt a little guilty but still said, "Yes, it seems very serious. It’s his right arm, and now he can’t even hold a pen."

As he spoke, he observed Estelle Lockwood.

’She really resembles the Madam. But I heard she had plastic surgery, so why is Mr. Sloan so sure?’

’But Mr. Sloan said he had a way to test her. It’s not a butler’s place to worry about it.’

Estelle Lockwood’s brow furrowed as she cursed Nathaniel Sloan in her head.

’Is he crazy? Staying up in the middle of the night and aggravating his wound until it bleeds again, to the point he can’t even hold a pen.’

’Does he have any idea how many documents he needs to sign tomorrow?’

Seething with rage, Estelle Lockwood burst into Nathaniel Sloan’s room. "Nathaniel Sloan, you—"

Before she could finish, she stopped dead, her eyes widening.

The man, his black silk shirt removed, was bare-chested. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, the clean lines of an eight-pack—the sight of it all assaulted Estelle Lockwood’s unsuspecting eyes.

The air crackled with raw, masculine energy. With only a bath towel wrapped around his waist, he left much to the imagination.

’I am all too familiar with this body. How many nights had he pinned me beneath it...’

’Stop! I can’t think about this!’

Estelle Lockwood immediately averted her gaze, a light pink flushing her cheeks uncontrollably. "Can you please wear some clothes? Does the great head of the Sloan Family have an exhibitionist streak?"

Nathaniel Sloan merely glanced up, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "Dr. Lockwood, this is my room. You didn’t knock."

The implication was clear: she had burst in without knocking, so it was her own fault if she saw something she shouldn’t have.

Estelle Lockwood was at a loss for words for a moment. Without opening her eyes, she said, "Fine. Then Mr. Sloan, please, do as you please."

With that, she turned to walk out.

"Heh." Nathaniel Sloan let out a low laugh. He raised a brow, his expression leisurely and full of meaning. "Why are you closing your eyes, Dr. Lockwood... Are you afraid to look?"

Estelle Lockwood’s feet felt as if they were glued to the floor. She sensed his presence drawing closer, and then his distinct masculine warmth enveloped her.

"I thought in a doctor’s eyes, there was no such thing as gender? Why is it that Dr. Lockwood doesn’t even dare to open hers?" Nathaniel Sloan’s tone was light and teasing.

Cursing him for being a lunatic in her head, Estelle Lockwood angrily opened her eyes. "I’m not on the clock right now!"

The moment she opened her eyes, her gaze landed right on his well-defined chest. She snapped them shut again, her cheeks flushing even redder. "Chapman was worried about you and asked me to check. Since you’re fine, I’m leaving."

Nathaniel Sloan’s eyes held a probing look.

He remembered how Estelle would always blush seeing his body. ’And as for Yara... if she’s really back, why is she hiding her identity?’

"Of course there’s something wrong." Nathaniel Sloan leaned in slightly, his hot breath brushing against Estelle Lockwood’s ear, raising goosebumps on her skin and making her go weak all over.

The man’s voice was hoarse as he spoke slowly, "Dr. Lockwood, help me take a bath."