Chapter 194

Half an hour later, at a café, Natalie arrived to find Bethany already seated by the window. Natalie walked over and casually draped her coat and scarf on the couch. Her eyes lifted nonchalantly to meet Bethany's gaze. Bethany's eyes widened as she noticed the hickey on her neck. When Bethany dated Taylor, he had never been affectionate or kissed her. Even holding hands seemed out of the question. He would skillfully avoid it. The only physical contact Taylor ever allowed was her arm linked with his at business events, where he always wore a suit and shirt, making even that contact negligible. Bethany couldn't reconcile the image of the noble man she knew with burying his face in another woman's neck. Imagining him being intimate was beyond her. Bethany had to admit that she was insanely jealous. She gritted her teeth. Natalie, noticing Bethany's angry stare but hearing no words, picked up the spoon and stirred her coffee. She spoke casually, "Mr. Powel, did you really need to