Chapter 160: Ahem, I’ve Decided to Go Out and Cheat on Him
Chapter 160: Chapter 160: Ahem, I’ve Decided to Go Out and Cheat on Him
In the dining room at Imperial Crest, Estelle Lockwood hissed through her teeth. ’Relationship problems...’
She hadn’t even solved her own relationship problems. She was a complete amateur, so how could she give anyone advice?
But Mr. Lynch had helped her so much. It wouldn’t be right to just refuse to help him now.
She and Mr. Lynch were just pen pals, but he was now turning to her, a mere pen pal, for help. That must mean the situation was serious. ’Mr. Lynch has no one else he can turn to!’
Estelle Lockwood immediately felt the weight of responsibility on her shoulders.
Just as she was about to type, she suddenly saw Nathaniel Sloan staring at his phone, his eyes darkening slightly. He seemed to glance at her a few times before turning his grave expression back to his phone.
Estelle Lockwood: "..." ’What’s wrong with this guy? He’s even working hard during a meal. Such a try-hard.’
She looked back at her own phone.
’This is my first time being a relationship coach for an elder. I don’t even know where to start.’
Racking her brain, Estelle Lockwood typed: [Perhaps you could do something to get her attention? Didn’t you say she used to prepare all your meals? Since you’re eating right now, you could say you have no appetite and see how she reacts.]
The moment she put down her phone, there was a stir from across the dining table.
Nathaniel Sloan had only asked for a bowl of congee. Ms. Riddle asked in confusion, "Sir, is that all you’re eating? Can one bowl of congee be enough?"
Nathaniel Sloan’s gaze landed subtly on Estelle Lockwood as he said faintly, "I don’t have much of an appetite."
Ms. Riddle grew anxious. "Sir, you barely ate at noon, and now you’re not eating dinner either. This won’t do! Are you feeling unwell somewhere? Should I have Dr. Zane Grant come take a look?"
Nathaniel Sloan pressed his lips together, observing Estelle Lockwood’s reaction. "Miss Lockwood is a doctor too. Perhaps she can take a look at me?"
Hearing her name, Estelle Lockwood looked up with an "Ah?" "No appetite? There are digestive aid tablets in the second drawer of the TV stand in the living room. Get them yourself."
With that, she went back to looking at her phone.
Nathaniel Sloan: "..."
Estelle Lockwood didn’t have to wait long before Mr. Lynch replied: [She doesn’t care.]
Estelle Lockwood cringed. ’Oh no, what do I do now? It seems I’ve inadvertently disappointed an elder.’ She quickly tried to console him: [It’s okay, take it slow! Sincerity can move mountains. She’ll forgive you one day.]
After sending the message, Estelle Lockwood heard Nathaniel Sloan’s breath hitch, and his chair made a slight noise.
She looked up. ’What’s going on? Why is Nathaniel Sloan acting so strange today?’
Before she could figure it out, a new message from Mr. Lynch arrived.
Lynch: [Sorry, I’ve been going on about my problems. I was wondering, how are things on your end with your ex-husband?]
Estelle Lockwood raised an eyebrow. ’My ex-husband, huh...’ She replied: [Ahem, you know about my ex-husband’s situation, right?]
Lynch: [Yes, an irresponsible scumbag. But for certain reasons, you can’t divorce him just yet.]
Estelle Lockwood felt that Mr. Lynch really understood her: [What do you think his limit is?]
[Don’t be fooled by how he’s going along with everything I want right now. What if some new flame or old love comes along one day? Tsk...]
Nathaniel Sloan frowned.
Lynch: [If he’s that irresponsible, perhaps you should just leave him. Since you want to test his limits, you could try throwing a little tantrum to make him back off.]
Estelle Lockwood’s eyes lit up: [You have a point!]
Nathaniel Sloan was wondering who Estelle Lockwood was chatting with, her fingers tapping away on her phone. ’Is it a business partner?’
Before he could figure it out, Estelle Lockwood put down her chopsticks, raised an eyebrow, and said nonchalantly, "I feel like eating something you’ve cooked, Mr. Sloan. So, Mr. Sloan, what are you going to do about it?"
Nathaniel Sloan’s fingers paused. He lifted his eyelids slightly. "What would you like to eat?"
Without a second of hesitation, Estelle Lockwood started rattling off a list of dishes.
After committing them to memory, Nathaniel Sloan nodded faintly. "Alright. Have something else to tide you over first."
And with that, he actually went straight to the kitchen.
Estelle Lockwood was stunned. She immediately grabbed her phone and typed furiously: [Mr. Lynch, I told him to cook for me, and he actually agreed!]
Nathaniel Sloan was planning to make a few simple dishes first so Estelle wouldn’t go hungry. But when he suddenly saw this message from Miss Kendrick, his hand froze.
’Isn’t this a bit of a coincidence?’
’But... in Miss Kendrick’s description, her ex-husband is a total and complete scumbag...’
Nathaniel Sloan’s brows knitted tightly, then relaxed.
’No, it definitely can’t be me. A lot of the details don’t add up. Besides, Miss Kendrick said she and her ex-husband were in an arranged marriage, and that he’s old and ugly.’
’It must be just a coincidence.’
A meal isn’t made that quickly. Nathaniel Sloan was busy in the kitchen for two hours before he was done. Estelle Lockwood took a few bites, then put down her chopsticks. Remembering Mr. Lynch’s words, she coughed twice and said, feigning arrogance, "How did you make this? The food is overcooked."
Hearing this, Nathaniel Sloan looked up and gave her a brief glance. Then, he accepted all her complaints with a calm tone, "I’ll do better next time."
"..." Estelle Lockwood clicked her tongue. ’This isn’t right! Mr. Lynch’s advice is completely wrong!’
’What was that about making things difficult for him to make him back off? Does this look like he’s backing off?’
Estelle Lockwood bit her chopsticks and huffed, "I’m done eating. I’m going upstairs."
She ran upstairs and typed furiously: [It’s no use! These methods are all too gentle. He feels guilty right now, so he’ll agree to anything I do. I want to know where his limit is, so I’ve decided to do something big!]
Nathaniel Sloan watched her retreating back, a slow, satisfied smile playing on his lips as he raised an eyebrow. "Not bad. She’s learned how to throw a little tantrum."
Zane Grant, who had just rushed over, almost tripped when he heard this. He stared in disbelief. ’What the hell is this top-tier, lovesick idiot?’
Zane Grant was at a loss for words. "Estelle Lockwood is throwing a tantrum at you, and you’re happy?"
Nathaniel Sloan nodded and chuckled lightly. "Given Estelle’s personality, if she were truly disappointed, she would just be trying to find a way to leave, like she did five years ago."
In Nathaniel Sloan’s eyes, this little tantrum was practically the same as pouting playfully.
Zane Grant: "..."
Zane Grant pulled out his phone. "Hold on. I can’t follow your logic. I’m calling Liam Sloan."
Nathaniel Sloan was in a genuinely good mood and even found a moment to reply to Miss Kendrick: [What are you planning to do?]
...
Upstairs, Estelle Lockwood had just returned to her bedroom and was frowning at her wardrobe, conflicted.
Seeing Mr. Lynch’s reply, she coughed softly twice. The person on the other end was an elder, so she felt a little embarrassed saying this, but she couldn’t stop herself:
[I want to see how much he’ll tolerate. So, ahem, I’ve decided to go out and cheat on him.]
Lynch: [...]
Estelle Lockwood was a woman of action. She picked out a blue, backless mermaid dress and prepared to head out.
After going downstairs, she happened to see Nathaniel Sloan, Liam Sloan, and Zane Grant in the living room, talking about something.
She paid them no mind. A slight smile on her red lips, she gave a flirtatious glance and said languidly, "Ms. Riddle, I won’t be back tonight."
Ms. Riddle called out, "Madam... no, Miss Lockwood, where are you going? Should I book a hotel for you?"
Estelle Lockwood’s expression was bold and unrestrained. "No need. A friend invited me to a club. I’ll just stay there tonight."
The moment Nathaniel Sloan’s gaze landed on the large expanse of Estelle Lockwood’s exposed skin, his expression darkened, and his eyes grew more dangerous.
The next moment, he seemed about to say something, but then he looked down and frowned at the message on his phone: [Go out and cheat on him.]
’...Could it really be such a coincidence again?’