Chapter 468 Don’t Call Me a Brute
$2
D
+10 Free Coins
To ordinary people, these traditions might have seemed like outdated relics of a feudal past; but to someone like Baron, who came from a powerful family, he knew they represented something deeper–an inheritance, a reflection of a family’s character and legacy.
The Stone family truly lived up to its reputation as a dynasty that had stood for over a century. Even though Baron had built his own fortune and influence, standing inside the Stone residence made him feel small–almost humbled, even a little unsure of himself.
His wife had been born into nobility, and though he technically had as well, he lacked the heritage, the depth, the centuries of foundation that came with a family like hers.
Baron couldn’t help glancing at Natalie, a flicker of self–doubt crossing his face.
It was ridiculous, really. A godfather, feeling insecure? But Natalie sensed the subtle shift in his mood and instinctively turned to look at him.
“What’s wrong? Does your wound hurt?”
Baron’s eyes were slightly red, filled with emotions so tangled they made Natalie’s heart ache.
At that moment, he looked like a lost puppy–vulnerable and unsure—and something about it pulled at her chest.
“If it hurts, we can stop and rest. My dad can go ahead without us.”
She quickly reached out to steady him, but Baron pulled her into his arms instead, his voice low.
“Honey, your family has such deep roots; do you ever look down on me for being… a brute?”
“What?”
Natalie froze for a moment, startled.
What’s gotten into him? She pushed him back a little and touched his forehead. No fever.
Baron couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction.
“I’m fine. Stone family has so much history, such a strong sense of legacy. I can’t help feeling a little insecure. I’m nothing but a rough man; maybe I don’t deserve you. If you ever met all those refined young men from noble families, would you stop seeing me the same way?”
1/3
18:4 Fri,
Chapter 468 Don’t Call Me a Brute
His tone was half teasing, half earnest, but Natalie was at a loss for words.
52
+10 Free Coins
“What nonsense are you talking about? How are you a brute? You’re good at so many things I could never do. And who dares say the godfather himself isn’t good enough for me?”
But the word “godfather” didn’t bring Baron any joy when it came from her.
Someone like Natalie shouldn’t be touched by darkness–not even a little.
“Darling,” he murmured, “what if I disbanded the organization? Got rid of the dark side for good?”
Natalie blinked in surprise. “Why would you do that?”
“Your family is full of patriots. Every generation has someone who’s served the country. But I’m the godfather–if one day-”
“Then make it legitimate.”
Verify captcha to read the content
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen)