His Curvy Obsession novel Chapter 8

She stood frozen at the doorstep shockingly with her mouth agape at what Nathaniel did, pecking her lips. She could believe the man who left her today at the altar, kissed her cheek even though it was a thing to him but it meant a lot to her.

She rushed inside, closing the door behind her with a loud bang as her face was beet red. She ran to the opened bathroom and stared at her red face in the mirror looking at the girl with an oval shaped face, well kept wavy hair while her grey eyes stood out from brown skin. Her nose ring shining on her pointed nose. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his lips on her cheek. She opened the tap quickly, splashing the cold water rushing out on her face to stop her thudding heart from thinking of another meaning to the simple act.

It's just a simple act!, she scolded herself. Palming her cheeks embarrassedly.

She stared at herself once again, removing her bangles and leg chains putting it on the washing basin. She stretched her hands to her back to unzip her gown but it was impossible because, before the zip could be opened, the entangled thin rope must be loosen. Oh my!, she smacked herself internally, cursing the triplet with harmless curses for putting her in this position. What did those troubled triplets think would happen between two strangers?. She could mentally feel the mischief and devilish smirk of Ricky. She groaned loudly, huffing his shoulders, going to the room to ring one of the maids for help.

They could help me, couldn't they?. She thought, walking to where the intercom was placed.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the mansion, Nathaniel couldn't shake off the smile that latched on his lips since he left her frozen with a flustered face and widened eyes on his head. The simple reaction made his heart leapt a bit, he never got that reaction from his ex- Clara. Angelina was the exact opposite of her. Clara was skinny and bold with everything she wanted or did but his sweet wife was shy, meek and everything. A perfect example of an innocent wife for his darkened soul!

He rubbed his face tiredly unbuttoned the two first buttons of his shirt before sitting on the sofa with his whiskey, taking a sip.

The file that has information about his wife which he left at the wedding reception has been sent to him by his personal assistant earlier. He looked at the brown file, contemplating whether to check it now or not as he stretched his hand to take it, the intercom in his room rang. He furrowed his brows in surprise, "Who could ring this at the time of the day?", he muttered to himself. Today has been long and eventful, he stood up and walked languidly to the intercom before picking it up and waited patiently for the person on the other side to talk.