The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Pinning Her in the Bathroom to Kiss Her

Estelle Lockwood’s eyes flew open.

Help him... bathe?

However, before she could refuse, Nathaniel Sloan was already closing in on her.

Estelle Lockwood had nowhere to run. Backed into a corner of the bathroom, she heard a CLICK as the door locked. "Nathaniel Sloan..."

His familiar, masculine scent washed over her, and her body went weak against her will. She nearly stumbled into his arms.

Estelle Lockwood squeezed her eyes shut, disgusted with herself. freewebnovёl.ƈom

’It’s been five years, yet my body is still accustomed to surrendering to Nathaniel Sloan...’

Just as his pale, thin lips were about to press against hers, Estelle Lockwood’s voice trembled. "Get away from me!"

"Mia, I don’t know where Mommy went. Let’s look for her upstairs first."

Just then, Zachery’s voice drifted in from outside the door, growing closer. Estelle Lockwood froze, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Nathaniel Sloan pinned her against the glass shower door. "If you go out looking like this, Dr. Lockwood," he said nonchalantly, "people are bound to get the wrong idea... You wouldn’t want Zachery and Mia to misunderstand, would you? Hmm?"

’That bastard! That monster!’

Seeing no way out, Estelle Lockwood grit her teeth and sneered, "You’re injured, yet you still want to bathe? Are you worried you’ll heal too quickly?"

Nathaniel Sloan’s expression remained unchanged. "I, of course, take great care of my body. It’s precisely to avoid getting my wound wet that I require Dr. Lockwood’s assistance."

The tension in the air grew thick with intimacy. Estelle Lockwood turned her head away, trying to keep her tone steady. "Go get Chapman. Chapman can help you too."

Nathaniel Sloan wrapped one arm around her waist. "Chapman is getting old," he said leisurely. "It’s so late. Would you have the heart to make him work so hard?"

Estelle Lockwood retorted bluntly, "Then get Luke White."

Nathaniel Sloan chuckled softly. "Dr. Lockwood, Luke has already gone home for the day. I’m not the kind of boss who exploits his employees."

Estelle Lockwood’s eyes widened. "Then how come when you’re exploiting me, Mr. Sloan, you don’t mention what a good boss you are?"

The bathroom at Imperial Crest was large, but no matter its size, the charged atmosphere made it feel suffocating, making it hard for her to breathe.

Nathaniel Sloan wasn’t angered by her words. His gaze slowly fell upon her face, then drifted down, sweeping past her lips, her collarbone, and lower still...

"In any case, I am a patient. It’s perfectly normal to help a patient wash his body."

Nathaniel Sloan’s tone was laden with meaning. "Dr. Lockwood, you’re so resistant. What are you afraid of? Or should I say... are you afraid you’ll expose something while you’re helping me bathe?"

Estelle Lockwood’s throat tightened.

’I know he’s trying to provoke me,’ she thought. ’As a doctor, I really shouldn’t refuse a patient’s request. If I keep refusing, I’ll just make him more suspicious...’

"Fine! It’s just a bath, right? I’ll help you!"

A faint smile played on Nathaniel Sloan’s lips.

The shower stall wasn’t large. Although Estelle Lockwood consciously tried to keep her distance, their bodies would still brush against each other inadvertently, deepening the intimacy between them.

Estelle Lockwood scrubbed his body haphazardly, wanting only to finish quickly and get away.

She didn’t realize that in the process, she too had been soaked by the water. Her thin clothes clung tightly to her shoulders and collarbone, leaving little to the imagination.

Nathaniel Sloan’s gaze gradually darkened.

He remembered Estelle Lockwood’s figure. It was identical to Yara Lockwood’s.

Height, voice, figure, and a similar face.

’Who else in the world could be so much like Estelle Lockwood, other than Estelle Lockwood herself?’

Nathaniel Sloan gripped her wrist, his hot breath sending a tingling sensation across her ear.

"There’s something I’m very curious about. I hope Dr. Lockwood can enlighten me."

Before Estelle Lockwood could speak, Nathaniel Sloan continued.

"Dr. Lockwood, you’ve never met Noelle Lockwood before, yet you despise her so much. And every time the events of five years ago are mentioned, you get very agitated... Who are you getting agitated for?"

After he spoke, he stared at her, his gaze unwavering.

Estelle Lockwood shuddered but forced herself to remain calm. "Do I need a reason to hate Noelle Lockwood? As for what happened five years ago, I was just standing up for justice. Is that a problem?"

Nathaniel Sloan lowered his voice. "It seems the person you’re ’standing up for’ is always my wife."

Estelle Lockwood scoffed. "Isn’t it just that I saw how tragic your ex-wife’s situation was and couldn’t bear it? Perhaps you don’t know, Mr. Sloan, but my ex-husband was also a scumbag. I’m just empathetic."

Nathaniel Sloan narrowed his eyes. He suddenly lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, and asked slowly, "Are you empathetic, or..."

"Are you my wife?"

The world around them went silent in an instant. The very air seemed to freeze.

Estelle Lockwood’s pupils dilated for a brief moment before she vehemently denied it.

"Mr. Sloan, show some respect! The grass on my ex-husband’s grave is already three feet high. He’s a dead man. Are you one too?"

The bathroom was silent for two seconds, but the intimate atmosphere did not cease to spread.

Nathaniel Sloan let out a hoarse chuckle and suddenly moved closer, his presence enveloping her. "To be honest, I suspect you are my ex-wife."

Estelle Lockwood, completely unaware she had just walked into Nathaniel Sloan’s trap, retorted, "You suspect I’m her? Well, I suspect you’re out of your mind!"

Nathaniel Sloan wasn’t the least bit annoyed. His fingertips lightly traced the line of her waist.

Seeing Estelle Lockwood’s body jolt, the man gave a playful smile. "I’m very familiar with her body, and she, naturally, is very familiar with mine... Dr. Lockwood, do you dare?"

Estelle Lockwood knew exactly what he was asking with that ’do you dare?’.

And it was because she knew that she couldn’t believe it. "What are you trying to do... Mmph!"

A tingling sensation spread up from her waist. She was all too familiar with this feeling!

Whenever Nathaniel Sloan did... *that*... he was always slow and deliberate. He was never rushed in bed, always methodical, yet he could always make her body go limp and her mind go blank.

She was only wearing a thin silk nightgown, which was now soaked with water and clinging to her skin without a single gap, outlining her perfect curves.

The man’s body was hot and powerful. He effortlessly pulled her petite frame into his embrace.

His fingertips started fires everywhere they touched, and Estelle Lockwood’s expression gradually grew hazy.

Nathaniel Sloan looked at her face, which seemed to resemble the one in his memory more and more. His eyes darkened in an instant, and with a sudden spin, he pinned her against the glass door!

"Nathaniel Sloan, what are you doing— Mmph..."

All her protests were swallowed by his lips and tongue. The sound of running water was masked by other noises in the bathroom as Estelle Lockwood began to tremble all over.

Her body, under his familiar assault, was being exposed bit by bit.

The kiss didn’t last long. It seemed Nathaniel Sloan truly was just testing her. His expression was unchanged, his handsome face still cool and detached.

Estelle Lockwood, however, looked dazed. Her legs were weak, her red lips were slightly parted, and she was panting for breath. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

When the kiss ended, she collapsed limply into his arms. Her voice was no longer as firm as before; instead, it held a hoarse, suggestive quality. "Get... lost..."

Nathaniel Sloan knew that at times like this, Estelle Lockwood would become dizzy and disoriented, and would answer whatever he asked.

So he slowly leaned down, pulling the soaking wet woman into his embrace, and asked softly:

"Dr. Lockwood... you’re Estelle Lockwood, aren’t you?"