Chapter 8 Shameless

Carter almost roared, "Are you playing tricks on me with him? What the hell was that night? Were you pitying me! Did you feel good to be a savior? Or did you take me as his substitute? Natalie, what else do you want to say? "

"I don't understand what you are talking about. Being mad at me for no reason, are you crazy?" Natalie couldn't help but roar back.

Carter pinched her slender neck with one hand. With darkening eyes, it seemed as if he was about to eat her up. He gritted his teeth and said, "You don't understand what I'm talking about? Natalie, how long are you going to pretend! Do you want me to point out everything? Good! Tell me, why did you save me? Why did you keep calling me "Prince Charming", but when I asked you if I knew you, you denied it? Why did you take Charles back with you that day! Tell me! "

"Are you suspecting me?" Natalie finally understood what he meant and looked at him in disbelief.

"Can I trust you?" Carter roared at her, unconsciously tightening his grip.

Natalie felt that the air in her lungs seemed to be slowly evacuating. She felt so uncomfortable that her face turned red. She tried to breathe, but only had a stronger sense of suffocation.

"No, I didn't." The simple explanation of the three words seemed to have used up all the strength of Natalie. With her instinct to survive, she grabbed Carter's arm with her weak hand, trying to push away the person who took her breath away.

Overwhelmed by anger, Carter didn't notice the feeble struggle of Natalie at all. He stared at Natalie with his cold eyes, as if he could see through her real thoughts. He said, "Can you say that you have never known Charles and haven't liked him for three years?"

With her eyes wide open, Natalie's mind went blank for a while. She suddenly understood why he was so angry. He misunderstood! He misunderstood everything.

"Yes! I did fall in love with him for three years, but... "Natalie tried to explain to him.

But there was no 'but'. After she said this, Carter suddenly loosened his hand, slammed the door and left.

Natalie fell to the ground and gasped slightly. Although she was breathing fresh air, at this moment, she felt that she was really about to suffocate. She looked at the room absentmindedly. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there. Somehow, she climbed onto the bed and fell asleep.

She seemed to have fallen into a nightmare, and her eyes were full of angry Carter.

In a trance, someone was stroking her hair. With an inexplicable sense of relief, Natalie struggled and suddenly woke up from the nightmare.

A familiar face came into view. She stared blankly and didn't know who was in front of her.

"Why do you sleep with your hair wet in such a young age? Aren't you afraid that you'll get health problems as you get old?" It was Charles's voice. He stopped wiping Natalie's hair, and his tone was as emotionless as ever.

As if frightened, Natalie sat up abruptly and pulled away with the quilt.

Seeing this, Charles squinted as if he was making fun of her. He leaned forward and asked, "Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Natalie held her breath, blinked her eyes and answered, "Who, who is afraid?"

"I just want to tell you that we are going to America tomorrow." Charles stood up with his tall and straight body in front of Natalie, looking somewhat condescending.

Look, this is a game with a huge gap in strength from the beginning.

Natalie thought for a while and finally caught the key point of his words. She asked in confusion, "What are we going to do in America?"

"Get married." Charles threw out two words, and suddenly bent over to look at Natalie carefully. He said half-jokingly, "There is no expectation in your eyes. It really disappoints me."

Natalie lowered her head immediately, not daring to look at him.

"Pack up your things." After saying that, Charles turned around and left. His lonely back was reflected in the eyes of Natalie who raised her head after he turned around.

Maybe Charles was not as cold as he looked.

......

The next day, at the airport, Dragging her suitcase, Natalie followed Charles quickly. He had long legs and walked very fast. Sometimes she had to trot to keep up with him. If she was in a daze and came back to her senses, she would lose Charles.

Because of this, she kept complaining about Charles behind him.

"You walked so fast. Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?" Natalie complained in a low voice, out of breath. She lowered her head. Suddenly, Charles, who was in front of her, stopped. She didn't see him and directly bumped into him. Her solid back hit her head and made her feel pain. She staggered a few steps back unconsciously.

"What are you doing?" Natalie rubbed her aching head and shouted angrily.

Charles turned around and looked at the distance through Natalie. All of a sudden, he pulled Natalie into his arms, with one hand around her waist and the other on her head, as if he was comforting a kitten.

The sudden tenderness was so frightening!

Natalie's body was so stiff that she didn't even know where to put her hands. She was so nervous that she stammered, "What... What are you doing?"

"Be quiet." Charles said coldly, resting his hand on her head.

Natalie wanted to raise her head to look at him, but before she could do that, he pressed her head against his chest forcibly.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from behind, "Charles."

It's Carter's voice, which made Natalie even more at a loss. At this moment, she didn't know how to face him. After a long time, she suddenly realized the current situation and hurriedly pushed Charles away.

She turned around and bumped into Carter's calm and emotionless eyes. He looked at her as if she were an irrelevant stranger. Natalie lowered her head immediately and stopped looking at him. Her mind was in a mess.

Charles noticed that Carter kept his eyes on Natalie, as if declaring his sovereignty. Charles put his hand on Natalie's shoulder and pulled her into his arms again. "Is my brother here to see us off?"

"I'm going to pick up Elaine." Carter withdrew his eyes from Natalie and answered indifferently, as if the person mentioned in the conversation was not someone he was expecting.

"Oh? I also haven't seen my sister-in-law for a long time. " Charles stressed the word "sister-in-law", as if he was afraid that Natalie couldn't hear it clearly, or he wanted to remind Carter that he had a legal wife by his side.

Natalie heard every word clearly, and her face instantly turned pale. He had a wife? Then why did he get so angry last night? Who was playing with whom? Why did she interfere in other people's marriage. What the hell was this!

Carter didn't say anything more. He passed them and went through the security check first.

"Are you heartbroken?" Charles suddenly asked.

Natalie was immersed in her own chaotic thoughts and couldn't hear clearly. She looked up at him in confusion.

"Look, this little face is so pitiful." Charles raised Natalie's chin and looked down at her with mockery in his cold eyes.

Natalie got rid of his hand, dragged her suitcase and strode toward the direction they came from. She was ashamed into anger and said, "I don't want to play anymore."

Charles grabbed her arm and pulled her back with a little strength. He sneered, "Do you think you can leave so easily?"

His smile reminded Natalie of the devil Satan. The coldness gradually climbed up from her back and surrounded her. She even felt her legs becoming weak. At the same time, more and more intense pain came from her arms. Natalie struggled her hands and shouted, "Let go of me! It hurts!"

Charles let go of her hand without hesitation. Natalie rubbed her aching arm and saw a bruise on her fair skinned arm. She immediately raised her head and stared fiercely at Charles, as if she was going to stab him with her eyes to avenge herself for her arm.

"Go." Charles walked into the security checkpoint with his luggage.

Natalie made a face at his back and followed him reluctantly with her luggage. She secretly told herself not to be in a hurry. When Charles was tired of her, he would let her go. She didn't believe that Charles would kidnap her for a lifetime!

After getting on the plane, Natalie breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Charles sitting next to her.

Charles thought she was sighing, so he sneered, "What? Are you disappointed to see me sitting next to you? "

"No! I'm so happy! " Natalie answered him fiercely. There was no joy in her angry tone.

Charles squinted his eyes. He was delighted to see Natalie like this.

Natalie didn't notice what he was thinking and sat down casually. She turned around and suddenly saw Carter sitting on the seat across the aisle. She stood up as if she was frightened.

"What's wrong?" Charles was confused by her sudden move.

Blinking her eyes, Natalie grinned fawningly and sat down abruptly. She approached Charles's ear and whispered, "How about we change seats?"

Charles knew why she wanted to change her seat even without thinking, but he refused indifferently, "No."

Natalie's face darkened. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something more, but Charles continued, "But... I can let you sit on my legs."

Oh my God! How shameless! Is that really Charles!

Natalie looked at him up and down in disbelief, only to see a hint of tease in his eyes, which was obviously a provocation!

Did he really think that she didn't dare? She didn't believe that he wouldn't stand up and make room for her. To behave like a hoodlum? Who couldn't.

Thinking of this, Natalie stood up abruptly, took a step forward, and sat on Charles's legs.