When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen) novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177 No Rest For Revolver

He paused the video on the exact moment Natalie said, “Don’t let my man get the wrong idea,” and set it to loop; the corner of his mouth curved upward.

His wife, Baron thought, was nothing short of dazzling.

Still, he’d have to tell Waylon later–the Stone family’s bodyguards were obedient enough, but their reflexes left much to be desired. If he hadn’t slipped his own men into their ranks to block the reporters in time, those vultures would have rushed in, cameras flashing, and ruined the rhythm Natalie had carefully set, Jensen admitting, in front of everyone, that he had taken advantage of Ms. Sunny for five years without giving anything back.

The fragile white flower of yesterday had transformed into this sharp, striking woman; Baron’s heart ached with fierce tenderness.

“Revolver!”

Baron called in the head of Grant International Holdings‘ Ocean City branch, its local president, Revolver.

“Mr. Baron.”

Revolver entered with deference, standing respectfully before him.

Baron tossed the quarterly report across the desk.

“You’ll keep running things here. I trust your ability and loyalty completely. I’m leaving.”

Revolver frowned.

“Mr. Baron, since you’ve come all this way, at least take a look at your own holdings. The workload has become overwhelming; I haven’t had a single day of rest in weeks, I—”

“Ah, come on. You’re alone; what do you need rest for? Not like me—I have to get nome and cook dinner for my wife and kids.”

“What?”

Revolver froze.

Cook dinner? What kind of thing was Mr. Baron saying? Baron didn’t care what he thought; all he wanted was to hurry back.

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Natalie had been breathtaking in that mask earlier–stunning, almost sinfully alluring.

And the serpent tattoo winding around her wrist had stirred in him a strange urge to press his lips to it.

He needed to get back quickly, make dinner, serve her well; once she was satisfied, it would be her turn to take care of him.

With joy bubbling in his chest and heat coursing through his veins, Baron strode out of Grant International Holdings.

Meanwhile, Natalie had the driver stop when they passed a shopping mall.

Chris assumed she needed something and quickly asked, “Miss, do you have further instructions?”

“Have the others head back. You come with me to the mall.”

Natalie had thought of the two children at home.

Before, when she hadn’t known they existed, she could ignore such things. But now that she knew, she had to be a good mother.

The twins were already four years old, and she had never bought them a single toy, never chosen a single outfit.

She knew Baron would never let them go without, but she wanted–needed–to buy something for them herself.

Chris saw her step out of the car and quickly waved the others off, keeping only his vehicle.

“Miss, I’ll park. Wait for me here a moment.”

“Alright.”

Natalie didn’t object.

Chris drove off toward the underground parking lot.

Natalie’s eyes fell on a children’s clothing boutique not far away.

The little princess dress in the window was impossibly cute, impossibly pretty.

She immediately thought of Susie’s round, cherubic face.

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Her expression softened, and she walked to the shopfront.

“Excuse me, can I get that dress in a size 120?”

She pushed the door open, her voice rising slightly.

Just then, Quincy, startled by the sound, turned her head–and her gaze locked with Natalie’s.

Her eyes flew wide.

“Natalie? Is that you?”

Quincy hurried over, only to see up close that the woman merely bore a striking resemblance.

Her features were similar, but her beauty carried a sharp, untouchable edge–something the old Natalie had never possessed.

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