NovelEnglishChapter 151
Angela frowned and said, "Then go by yourself. | won't join you."
It was absurd. She still had nightmares about the last incident and couldn't stomach the thought of dining with
someone as abnormal as Trevor.
"Grandma's been unwell, and Grandpa wants everyone to show support. Just think of it as a casual meal," Dexter
said, his tone softening.
Angela sighed. "Nope."
"A hundred-thousand-dollar reward," Dexter said, placing his hands on his hips and pacing the living room. He
knew he had no choice but to dangle money in front of her again.
Angela didn't refuse immediately. Instead, she replied, "Letbe clear—if Natalie or that fool steps out of line,
I'm leaving. Immediately."
Dexter's gaze was heavy with mixed emotions. After a pause, he nodded. The irony of their relationship wasn't
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtlost on him-it felt like a business arrangement.
"By the way..." Angela hesitated, something clearly on her mind.
"What?" Dexter prompted.
"Nothing."
"You're holding back, and it's annoying." His expression darkened, his mood souring.
Angela replied as she ate, "We've got about two years and ten months left on this contract. During that time, you
should start looking for a potential wife. With your charm, finding someone suitable shouldn't be too hard."
Dexter's face grew frosty, and he stayed quiet for a while. When he finally spoke, his voice was sharp. "That's
none of your business."
Angela didn't respond, having expected his reaction. Fiona had recently reminded her of this issue.
Fiona, who had divorced Marcus,
never said it outright, but everyone could tell she was pinning her hopes on Dexter. She was efficient to a fault,
and the idea of Dexter
vern
remaining childless clearly unsettled
her.
Dexter grabbed his jacket and walked out. The roar of his car engine echoed through the driveway as he sped
off.
Angela sighed deeply, feeling drained by the chaos.
Meanwhile, Natalie lay sick in bed at Bamford Manor, her frail form stirring concern among the household.
"Grandma, please eat something. This meal was made just for you," Trevor said, his tone gentle and careful, as if
afraid to upset her.
"I'm fine. Don't worry." Natalie forced a smile at Trevor, feeling even more pity for him.
She had to be unwell—there was no other way. If she wasn't, Trevor would never have a chance to join the
Bamford family properly.
"Grandma, you're the only one who truly loves me," Trevor said, his eyes reddening and his voice trembling. "I
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Natalie's heart swelled at his words, and her spirits lifted almost immediately.
Trevor stayed with her for half an hour before leaving. As he stepped out of the room, his expression shifted. The
tender, sympathetic mask he had worn moments ago vanished, replaced by a cold cafeulating demeanor.
His pale skin, untouched by sunlight, gave him a vampiric allure while his softly tinted pink lips curved into a
unique smile. Handsas he was, there was an icy distance to him that made others uneasy.
Trevor descended the wooden spiral staircase to his room on the first floor, an eastern suite overlooking a red
rose garden.
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