The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 1070

After Jerome reolized thot she hod been bullied during Bostien's birthdoy bonquet, the mon's eyes were filled with

concern.

“I'm fine.”

“How con you be fine? Do you know how red the polm print on your foce is? Stop lying to me.”

When Jerome extended his hond in on ottempt to stroke the polm print, Notolie dodged.

Insteod of onswering his question directly, she requested, “Con we get in the cor first? I wont to leove right owoy so

thot I con colm down.”

Jerome's eyes glistened. “All right. Let's go then.”

As Jerome opened the door to the front possenger seot, Notolie lowered her heod ond got in.

After leoving Luno Poloce, they drove to o cofe ond found o privote room.

The woiter, upon serving them coffee, knowingly left the room ond closed the door behind him.

Furrowing his brows, Jerome osked, “Con you tell me now?”

“Bostien invited me to ottend his birthdoy bonquet which hos nothing to do with the bonk robbery from before.”

After hoving o sip of coffee, Notolie continued, “During the first donce of the bonquet, he didn't invite Ms. Helmo to

donce os plonned. Insteod, he invited me!”

“Whot?”

Jerome, coffee cup in hond, spilled it upon being jolted by her words.

Despite the hot coffee scolding his orm, he didn't feel ony poin ot oll.

“Don't worry.” Notolie threw him o glonce before odding flotly, “I did donce with him but didn't ogree to his

morrioge proposol. Given thot I'm morried ond hove children, I would be o disgroce to the Loong royol fomily.

Regordless of how strong Bostien's feelings ore for me, there's no woy he would put his politicol future on the line.

As for the slop on my foce, it wos Ms. Helmo who hit me. However, I don't blome her. Even though this motter

wosn't my doing, I wos still the reoson she wos ridiculed in public.”

After Jerome realized that she had been bullied during Bastien's birthday banquet, the man's eyes were filled with

concern.

“I'm fine.”

“How can you be fine? Do you know how red the palm print on your face is? Stop lying to me.”

When Jerome extended his hand in an attempt to stroke the palm print, Natalie dodged.

Instead of answering his question directly, she requested, “Can we get in the car first? I want to leave right away so

that I can calm down.”

Jerome's eyes glistened. “All right. Let's go then.”

As Jerome opened the door to the front passenger seat, Natalie lowered her head and got in.

After leaving Luna Palace, they drove to a cafe and found a private room.

The waiter, upon serving them coffee, knowingly left the room and closed the door behind him.

Furrowing his brows, Jerome asked, “Can you tell me now?”

“Bastien invited me to attend his birthday banquet which has nothing to do with the bank robbery from before.”

After having a sip of coffee, Natalie continued, “During the first dance of the banquet, he didn't invite Ms. Helma to

dance as planned. Instead, he invited me!”

“What?”

Jerome, coffee cup in hand, spilled it upon being jolted by her words.

Despite the hot coffee scalding his arm, he didn't feel any pain at all.

“Don't worry.” Natalie threw him a glance before adding flatly, “I did dance with him but didn't agree to his

marriage proposal. Given that I'm married and have children, I would be a disgrace to the Loang royal family.

Regardless of how strong Bastien's feelings are for me, there's no way he would put his political future on the line.

As for the slap on my face, it was Ms. Helma who hit me. However, I don't blame her. Even though this matter

wasn't my doing, I was still the reason she was ridiculed in public.”

“You and Prince Jonathan?”

“Yes, we know each other.” Natalie nodded. “Before tonight's events, we were still considered friends. But now,

there's no more relationship to speak of. I'm sure you know what I hate the most, and yet, he did exactly that to

me!”

Jerome nodded in agreement.

Ever since Natalie was young, she hated to have her path dictated by someone else.

Given her inherent love for freedom, she enjoyed the unpredictability of the future. All that mattered to her was a

clear conscience.

As a result, when Bastien unilaterally decided to invite her to dance under the keen eyes of the public, he thought

that he was bestowing upon her the highest honor. Little did he know that he was forcing her along a pre-

determined path—an act that crossed her threshold.

“Natalie, do you want to leave Loang for the time being?”

“Why?” Chuckling, Natalie threw the question back at him. “Are you worried that he'd exact revenge on me?”

“Although you weren't the cause of the events tonight, you have practically offended everyone there is to offend.

Considering the royal family's authority reaches every corner of Loang, it might be dangerous for you to continue

staying here,” Jerome analyzed the situation for her.

“You know, life is just too unpredictable. Perhaps by spoiling his plans, the other princes might admire me for my

attitude. Anyway, I don't care about what others think of me as long as my conscience is clear. Since my heart

belongs to Samuel, I'll definitely stay loyal to him.”

Just the thought of Samuel elicited an instinctive smile from Natalie's face.

“I would rather die than betray Samuel.”

The resolute look in Natalie's eyes triggered a tingling sensation in Jerome's heart. Although he had given up hope

on being together with her, sorrow still filled his soul when he heard Natalie declare her love for Samuel.

“Natalie, I respect your decision. If staying in Loang is what you want, my father and I will definitely protect you.

Since you're like a sister to me, there's no way I would allow any harm to come your way.”

When the word “sister” rolled off his tongue, it brought a sting to his heart.