He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 84: He Didn’t Catch Them in Bed

"Is it my fault that other people like me?" Her breath fogged up the glass window as she gave a helpless twist of her lips. "Theodore Grant, are you actually jealous, or are you just looking for an excuse to destroy the Finch Family and ruin me?"

’No. How could he possibly be jealous? He just wanted to destroy her.’

"Ruin you?" The corner of his lip curled up, the whites of his eyes bloodshot. His grip tightened. "Natalie Morgan, you’re the one who ruined yourself."

His large hand squeezed her neck, making it ache painfully.

For no reason, her eyes began to well with tears.

"Pinning the crime of adultery on me for no reason—isn’t that trying to ruin me?" She struggled with all her might, her anger boiling over. "Then what about you and Wanda Lynch? Your affair is so well-known that all of Riverden is talking about it. Shouldn’t I be the one calling you to account? Or should I go after every single woman in Riverden who fancies you and settle the score one by one?"

"How can that be the same?"

"How is it any different?" A cold glint flashed in her despairing eyes. "The only difference is that you and Wanda Lynch actually had an affair, while the thing between me and Felix Finch is a story you fabricated. A frame-up."

Her face was still pressed hard against the car window by him.

Her features were nearly distorted, her hair was a mess, and she looked utterly wretched.

’That’s right. He had no evidence. He hadn’t caught them in the act.’

’Then again, did she have any evidence?’

’Had she caught him and Wanda Lynch in the act?’

"You love him that much?"

"I don’t love anyone."

’She had once deeply loved the man before her. And how did he treat her? Of her family of four, some were dead, some had gone mad, and the ones still living might as well be dead. That was the price of loving him. She would never love again. Not anyone.’

He let out a scornful scoff.

His handsome, almond-shaped eyes curved into a dangerous, mocking arc.

"I recall Mrs. Grant once wrapped her arms around my neck and said she would only love me for her entire life. I’m not mistaken, am I?"

’Yes. The newly-married Natalie Morgan had said that. But that Natalie Morgan was long dead.’

"Theodore Grant, what’s the point of bringing that up? I don’t love you anymore. I won’t love Felix Finch, and I won’t love any man. I have no trust in men. Do you know why?" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

He watched her, waiting for her answer.

"Because my marriage to you made me lose all trust in men. It made me see just how heartless a man’s heart can be. You destroyed all my fantasies about marriage. You destroyed my desire for love. You destroyed it all, completely and utterly."

She smiled, a brilliant yet fleeting expression.

But tears slid slowly down her cheeks.

His heart ached as he heard her words. His grip slowly loosened, and finally, he let her go.

He took out a long, slender menthol cigarette, brought it to his lips, and leaned back against the seat as if drained of all strength.

The sound of a lighter clicked in the quiet car, a crisp, metallic noise.

He lowered his head to light the cigarette, and grayish-white smoke quickly billowed out, obscuring his incomparably handsome face.

Through the smoke, his gaze was hazy and dark.

’So what if she doesn’t love Felix Finch? Felix Finch likes Natalie Morgan. He wouldn’t allow his woman to be coveted by another man.’

Crushing the cigarette in his hand, he pushed Natalie Morgan down and kissed her, hard and deep.

Natalie Morgan didn’t resist, let alone refuse.

She had endured this tyrannical possessiveness more than once.

She didn’t want to make a scene in the car.

As the kiss deepened, he nibbled the soft flesh behind her ear and asked, "Then will you love me again?"

’Of course not.’ Natalie Morgan almost blurted it out. ’He doesn’t love me, so what right does he have to demand my love? Has he forgotten how he treated me? Or perhaps, he never gave a second thought to his cruelty toward me and the Morgan Family? No, he knew exactly what he had done. He just thought I would yield to him time and again, indulge him unconditionally, and forgive him.’

’No. The rift between them was already too wide to repair.’

"Then do you love Wanda Lynch?"

His kiss stopped.

He didn’t answer, but that in itself was an answer.

’He loved Wanda Lynch. So, what right did he have to love another woman and still expect my love in return? Was he worthy?’

As if his mood had been ruined, Theodore Grant let go of Natalie Morgan.

He took out another cigarette and placed it between his lips.

He didn’t light it, just held it there.

The desire in his eyes faded, replaced once more by a cold indifference.

"Since you don’t love Felix Finch, I’ll leave the acquisition of the Finch Group to you." His cool voice was tinged with a heavy huskiness. "I trust Mrs. Grant will be able to complete this task perfectly, won’t she?"

She knew exactly what Theodore Grant’s intentions were in assigning her this job.

If he was going to force her hand, she could simply resign. "I’m planning to quit."

Theodore Grant froze.

Then, he let out a mocking laugh.

He unhurriedly took out his phone and sent a bill to Natalie Morgan.

"These are your mother’s recent hospital expenses."

Natalie Morgan glanced at Theodore Grant, then her attention fell to the bill on her phone.

When she saw the final number.

She gasped.

’Two million? How did it cost so much? Weren’t they saying one pill was a hundred thousand, and she only needed two or three a month? There’s no way I can afford this much.’

"Still want to quit?" He stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, his long, slender fingertips gently stroking her small face. "Or has Mrs. Grant already found another job? Tell me about it."

"I..." She turned off her phone screen, clenching her fist involuntarily, and deflated in an instant. "...haven’t."

"Then what right do you have to refuse this assignment?"

She had no right.

’But is accepting it my only choice?’

"Do you really have to take revenge on the Finch Family? I think you know perfectly well that absolutely nothing happened between Felix Finch and me."

She didn’t know if Theodore Grant would listen, but she didn’t want things to turn out this way.

Just as he’d said, she didn’t want to become a traitor to the Finch Family.

She couldn’t bear such a consequence.

"Your families have known each other for generations. If word of this gets out, what will the people of Riverden think of you, of the Grant Family? Aren’t you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?"

He scoffed softly.

He lowered his gaze to look at her tear-filled eyes.

Her gaze was a little hazy, and her lips, the color of a sunset sky, were utterly alluring.

He raised a hand and pushed Natalie Morgan’s face down between his legs. "If Mrs. Grant can satisfy me, perhaps my heart will soften, and I’ll let the Finch Family off the hook."

"Theodore Grant, we’re in a car." ’He’s getting more and more shameless.’

"Isn’t this more exciting?" He reluctantly raised the privacy partition, his slender fingers stroking her soft lips. "It should feel pretty good right here."

’If a man and woman were truly in love, anything they did together could be an act of passion. But for people like her and Theodore Grant, it was just another form of humiliation.’

"I don’t want to." She was repulsed.

"It’s one or the other. Your choice."

He was a cheetah on the hunt, and Natalie Morgan was the lame little deer before him, with no ability to fight back.

She could choose not to serve him.

The price would be the Finch Family’s disappearance from Riverden.

The price would be endless condemnation and gossip aimed at her in Riverden.

He believed she had already made her decision.

"Theodore Grant, do you really have to be like this?"

"Make your choice, Mrs. Grant. Don’t make the car keep circling the avenues of Riverden. It’s a waste of gas." He raised his wrist and tapped his Patek Philippe. "I’ll give you three minutes."