The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Mr. Sloan Is Still My Servant

Inside the theater.

Estelle Lockwood sat in her seat, puzzled for a moment before the movie began.

Just then, she sensed someone approaching her.

’Are there other people in this showing?’ Estelle was about to turn sideways to let the person pass when they suddenly stopped.

Confused, Estelle looked up, her eyes widening in an instant. "What are you doing here?!"

Nathaniel Sloan raised an eyebrow slightly.

’What is *she* doing here?’ he wondered.

After Christian had shoved him into the theater, he and Zane Grant had run off. Not wanting to waste Christian’s efforts, Nathaniel had made his way to his seat, only to be surprised to find someone already there.

Nathaniel Sloan strode forward and sat down beside her.

Estelle was so shocked she almost leaped out of her seat. She pinched herself, then glanced at the horror movie playing on the screen. She closed her eyes and muttered to herself:

’I must be seeing things. It’s a ghost. It’s perfectly normal to see a ghost while watching a horror movie.’

Nathaniel Sloan was speechless. "..."

He was so exasperated he almost laughed.

’This woman’s imagination is a little too wild. She’d rather think I’m a ghost than open her eyes and look at me?’

"Miss Lockwood, what a coincidence." Nathaniel spoke, shattering Estelle’s self-delusion.

Estelle opened her eyes and found Nathaniel Sloan still there. She furrowed her brows and accepted reality. "Why are you here?"

"This is a movie theater. That’s a rather pointless question, Miss Lockwood."

Nathaniel’s tone was light, but the implication was clear: what else would he be doing in a movie theater besides watching a movie?

Estelle felt a lump in her throat. She had only asked because seeing Nathaniel Sloan in a movie theater felt so out of place.

’Is Nathaniel Sloan really the kind of person who has the time or inclination to watch movies?’

’Besides, this horror movie has such terrible reviews...’

After thinking it over, Estelle could only come to one conclusion. "Are you following me?"

Nathaniel actually let out an exasperated laugh. "Hah."

"I’m here with Christian to see a movie. What kind of person do you take me for, Miss Lockwood?"

Ever since the press conference, Estelle hadn’t seen him, clearly avoiding him on purpose.

He had helped clear her name, yet he hadn’t received a single word of thanks. Instead, she was avoiding him like the plague. Anyone in his shoes would be in a bad mood.

The three little ones hiding in the corner of the theater: "..."

After much persuasion, they had managed to get rid of Penelope Sullivan and Zane Grant, then snuck back in. They just wanted to see what Daddy and Mommy would do in an empty theater.

And then Christian heard his daddy’s cold, indifferent voice.

Christian pouted, exasperated by his father’s incompetence. ’Daddy! I’m creating this opportunity for you, but you have to make an effort! What are you even saying? What girl would be happy to hear such cold words?’

Zachery and Mia: ’Heh, we knew our scumbag dad was no good. So cold. He must have been faking it before.’

The next moment, they heard Estelle’s chilly reply:

"I can’t help it. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t think this way. But with someone like you, Mr. Sloan, I can’t be so sure. After all, you can know a person’s face but not their heart. Who knows what you’re really up to."

Zachery and Mia: ’Oh, Mommy’s not much better.’

Nathaniel Sloan’s eyebrow twitched. "Explain yourself. What kind of person am I?"

’Has this woman lost her mind? She wasn’t like this a few days ago when I helped clear her name.’

Estelle averted her gaze.

Noelle Lockwood had apologized, but only to Yara Lockwood. The slander against Estelle still hadn’t been washed away. And at a time like this, Nathaniel Sloan said... he believed she hadn’t plagiarized five years ago.

Estelle didn’t know how to feel. If he had said those words sooner, she would have been ecstatic. But hearing them now, she only found it somewhat ironic.

She had promised herself she wouldn’t care about Nathaniel Sloan anymore, but when she heard those words, she couldn’t suppress the feeling of being wronged.

’You only feel hurt, worried, and wronged by his actions when you love him. If you don’t love him, then nothing he says or does can affect you.’

But right now, her emotions were being swayed by Nathaniel Sloan’s words.

Estelle didn’t dare to dwell on it, choosing to escape for the time being.

But she never expected to run right into Nathaniel Sloan today!

Estelle took a deep breath, feigning composure, and attempted to drive the man away with passive-aggressiveness.

"What other kind of person could you be? The very first time you saw me, you accused me of deliberately trying to get your attention. If you’re going to assume the worst of others, don’t be surprised when they assume the worst of you."

Nathaniel Sloan narrowed his eyes, detecting the hint of forced composure on her face, and suddenly smiled.

"I see. In that case, I was indeed in the wrong. Allow me to apologize, Miss Lockwood."

With that, he sat right back down beside her. "The movie’s starting. Let’s watch."

Estelle nearly choked. ’How can he be so thick-skinned!’

She stood up abruptly, intending to walk out.

’If Nathaniel Sloan won’t leave, then I will!’

But halfway there, Estelle stopped. ’Wait a minute, I was here first. Why should I be the one to leave?’ For some reason, leaving now felt like admitting defeat. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

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Nathaniel watched her face flush red then turn pale, the amusement in his heart growing, and his mood improved considerably.

’Sometimes, teasing her is quite fun. She’s very cute.’

"Leaving so soon, Miss Lockwood? Well, don’t let me keep you."

His words instantly triggered Estelle’s defiant streak. The woman who had been hesitating just a moment ago promptly sat back down, retorting stubbornly, "I already bought the ticket. Why should I leave?"

Nathaniel’s lips curved into a silent smile. "Then why were you leaving just now, Miss Lockwood?"

Estelle snorted. "Who said I was leaving? I was going to buy some milk tea."

Nathaniel didn’t call her bluff. "And now you don’t want to buy it anymore?"

"That’s not it."

An idea seemed to strike Estelle. She smoothed her hair, shot him a sidelong glance, and her red lips parted. "I just remembered that you, Mr. Sloan, are currently my servant. Shouldn’t you be the one to go buy the milk tea?"

Nathaniel Sloan narrowed his eyes.

He seemed to be studying her face, trying to determine if she genuinely wanted milk tea or was just trying to get rid of him.

After half a minute, however, Nathaniel’s voice came out raspy. "What flavor do you want?"

Estelle said offhandedly, "Mango, I guess."

Nathaniel’s eyes darkened slightly. He had once used a mango allergy to test Yara Lockwood. Recalling it now, a suspicion inexplicably surfaced—that she wasn’t actually allergic to mangoes at all.

The only reason he thought Estelle Lockwood was allergic to mangoes was because the Lockwoods had told him so, and it was true that Estelle had never eaten one in his presence.

But what if the Lockwoods had lied to him?

"Alright." Nathaniel pulled himself from his thoughts and stood up. "I’ll go get it."

Estelle pouted, partly wanting to leave, but for some reason, she inexplicably stayed put.

A trip to buy milk tea should take ten minutes at most. But half an hour passed, and Nathaniel Sloan still hadn’t returned.

A single thought immediately surfaced in Estelle’s mind: ’Nathaniel Sloan left.’