He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 15: You Let Him Touch You?

She had been with Theodore Grant for two years and knew his temperament well.

Those who obeyed him always prospered.

Those who defied him were destroyed.

What he wanted was for her to obediently go back to being Mrs. Grant.

To serve as a blood bag for the Grant family patriarch.

’Had he ever considered that when he sent her brother to Unity Hospital, there was no going back for her?’

"Help me arrange a meeting with Sean Lane," Natalie Morgan said.

After a moment of shock, Serena Sutton agreed. "Okay."

The meeting was set for a weekend.

In a quiet cafe on a street corner.

Natalie Morgan arrived early and ordered a Bluemount coffee.

The man wore a white T-shirt and crisp slacks that accentuated his long, straight legs. With his fluffy hair and a smile on his fair face, he exuded a laid-back air.

Two years wasn’t enough to change a person’s appearance.

He was looking more and more like Theodore Grant.

"Should I be calling you ’Boss’?" Natalie Morgan asked, gently stirring her coffee without getting up.

Sean Lane sat down and leaned back in his chair, a corner of his mouth quirking up. "It seems my presence has made you quite unhappy."

"What’s your objective?" she asked, looking up.

Her cool gaze was fixed on the man before her.

Sean Lane had an almost unnaturally clean-cut face. Even after a few years, he still looked like a college student.

But his eyes were no longer clear.

"I just want to help you," he said with a casual laugh, his deep gaze falling to her bare ring finger. "I know you and Theodore Grant aren’t happy together."

Natalie Morgan scoffed. "To get under Theodore Grant’s skin? Sean Lane, there’s no need to use me as a pawn in your feud with the Grant family, is there?"

After she married Theodore Grant, every one of Sean Lane’s appearances had been under the guise of pursuing her, all to antagonize and get revenge on the Grant family.

He was wild and crazy enough to thoroughly exasperate the Grant family.

And it had made her miserable too.

Sean Lane just smiled faintly, not refuting her words.

"Let’s terminate my employment contract," she said, her expression turning cold.

He didn’t look up, instead toying with the Heavenly Pearl in his hand. He chuckled softly. "I’m not some monster. Is this really necessary?"

"You’re nothing but trouble."

’Men. What a tiresome species.’

Natalie Morgan stood up, about to brush past him.

Sean Lane suddenly looked up, his gaze directed past her. "I know Thomas Morgan’s situation isn’t good. I have connections at Unity Hospital."

Natalie Morgan’s steps suddenly halted.

Her pale face tensed at his words.

’Theodore Grant was using Thomas Morgan to threaten her.’

’Now Sean Lane was using him to threaten her too.’

’They’re cut from the same cloth.’

Just as she was about to start walking again, Sean Lane’s low voice followed her. "If you’re willing, I can even get Thomas Morgan out of there."

Natalie Morgan didn’t say anything.

She walked out of the cafe.

Sean Lane dropped the spoon in his cup and chased after her.

He grabbed her by the wrist and forced her into his car.

"Sean Lane, what do you think you’re doing in broad daylight?" Natalie Morgan cried, stunned. She tried to open the door to get out, but the locks clicked shut.

"I think you should seriously consider my suggestion."

His tone was casual, yet she could easily sense his complete control over the situation.

This was not a good thing for her.

She didn’t believe he would do her such a huge favor for nothing.

"Then I’d like to ask, what must I give in return to receive such generous assistance from Mr. Lane?"

Sean Lane raised his eyes and gave Natalie Morgan a meaningful look.

He hadn’t seen her in two years, and she had slimmed down considerably. Her delicate face had lost its baby fat, now possessing the allure of a mature woman.

He liked her long, wavy hair, and even more, the captivating beauty mark at the corner of her eye.

Her figure was slender, yet perfectly proportioned; where she was supposed to be full, she was anything but flat.

His gaze was bold and brazen, making no attempt to hide his desire to possess her.

She clearly saw the desire in his eyes.

As his long, clean fingers reached out to caress her face, she dodged away.

"So you’re just as disgusting after all."

BANG.

The two people in the car were jolted by the impact, their bodies lurching forward and back.

The front of their car had been hit hard by the car opposite them and was now dented.

Through the windshield, Natalie Morgan saw the man in the driver’s seat of the other car.

His gaze was like that of a hawk before a hunt—utterly dangerous.

Her heart couldn’t help but tighten.

Soon, the man from the other car opened his door, got out, and walked straight toward them.

He stopped right by the passenger-side door, staring expressionlessly at the man and woman inside. Suddenly, he lifted his leg and kicked the window.

"Ah—" Natalie Morgan cried out, covering her head in fear.

Theodore Grant’s kick was powerful. The window didn’t shatter, but it was now cracked.

Just as he was about to kick it a second time, Sean Lane unlocked the doors.

The man yanked open the car door, seized Natalie Morgan’s wrist, and dragged her out.

He didn’t say a word. As if dragging a kitten, he effortlessly tossed Natalie Morgan into his own car.

Sean Lane, still gripping the steering wheel, narrowed his eyes.

Theodore Grant gripped Natalie Morgan’s face, his eyes vicious. "Did you let him touch you?"

"No." She tried to turn her face away from him, but he held her fast. She had no choice but to soften her tone. "Theodore, calm down. Let go of me first."

"Then tell me why you were meeting him. Did my words go in one ear and out the other?" His fingers tightened, distorting her face.

Natalie Morgan didn’t want to explain.

’Once Theodore Grant had made up his mind, nothing she said would make him believe her.’

"Speak." He suddenly pinned her against the seatback. "You had plenty to say to Sean Lane just now. Did you become a mute the moment you saw me?"

"What do you want me to say?" Her gaze was filled with sorrow, and a chill spread across her beautiful, delicate face. "Even if I spoke, would you believe me?"

Their eyes met.

It was a silent confrontation, a moment of cold despair.

The man shoved her away, stomped on the gas, and drove home.

"Get out." He opened the passenger door.

Natalie Morgan didn’t want to get out.

"Do I need to carry you?"

"What did you bring me back here for?"

He leaned against the car frame and retorted, "What, is this not your home? Natalie Morgan, you are still Mrs. Grant, not Sean Lane’s woman."

"Mrs. Grant?" She laughed mockingly. "Then who is the woman inside the house right now?"

Theodore Grant’s face darkened.

He hated it when Natalie Morgan talked back to him.

"Are you competing with Wanda Lynch for my favor?"

"Could I even win?" Her beautiful eyes looked toward the man standing by the car door. "In your heart, I doubt I’m worth as much as a single penny."

"If you know your place, then you should also know that your only option is to obey." His words were cold and heartless.

Natalie Morgan sneered softly.

’Obey?’

’She was not a marionette.’

’Even if she had been one before, the strings had now been cut.’

Perhaps the man had lost his patience. He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her out of the car.

He showed not a shred of compassion.

Her fair arm caught on the corner of the car door, scraping harshly against it. A bloody scratch appeared.

Pained, Natalie Morgan shook off his hand. "Theodore Grant, let me go!"