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Chapter 1808
Chapter 1808
Chapter 1808 Chat History
The truth was that Nathaniel wouldn’t even think about all that when his emotions heightened and
judgment clouded. Still, I wanted to verbalize everything and remind him of my past. I saw it as a smart
move because it would prevent me from having to bite my tongue again.
Nathaniel’s expression took a sharp turn immediately after he heard that. His tone carried a hint of
anger when he said, “Don’t try to get under my skin.”
Not wanting to back down, I challenged, “Oh, I’m the one making a fuss? Who was the one who
dragged me out of bed in the middle of the night and made me travel several hours by car just to take a
fleeting look at the site? Just be honest and say that you don’t trust me. You didn’t need to put on a
show like this.”
After saying all that, I turned around to ignore him and put a stop to that argument.
The reflection on the window showed me that Nathaniel had parted his lips as if he had something to
say, but he didn’t say anything in the end.
It was three in the morning when we returned to the villa on the mountain. The silent treatment lasted
the entire trip.
After opening the door, I tossed my shoes at a random spot and walked barefoot on the icy floor. It was
so cold that my entire body trembled.
“Stop it right there,” requested Nathaniel in exasperation.
“What?” I was standing on the spot, but I didn’t turn around because I was pretending to be mad and
had to behave that way.
Surprisingly, Nathaniel didn’t reply. All I heard were some shuffling sounds before I sensed him getting
close to me.
“Get your leg up,” instructed Nathaniel. He sounded like he was crouching at the time.
That got me to tilt my head down, and that was when I saw him kneeling on one knee. He was holding
a pair of slippers and was testing the waters by pushing my leg a little. “The floor is cold, so put these
on.”
“No, thank you,” I replied stubbornly and held my head up high to show zero respect.
I felt myself levitating at the very next second. Nathaniel had lifted my foot and slipped one slipper onto
it before he did the same for my other foot.
After doing all that, he stood up slowly and stared calmly at me. He sounded like he was teasing me
when he pointed out, “You’ve been giving me the silent treatment for over two hours. Aren’t you tired?”
Stubbornly, I refused to look at him anyway, but then I thought about the laptop in the room, and
inspiration hit me. I immediately changed my mind, turned to him, and said, “I am tired, but that’s not
enough to get me to stop being angry. That might change if I have some pasta with me, though.”
Nathaniel grinned before he put on a straight face and replied, “Go wait on the second floor.”
I smiled in return before running up the stairs.
When I was at the door, I felt anxious, so I turned back and snuck a peek at the stairs. I waited until I
saw Nathaniel walking into the kitchen. After that, I hurried to the room and closed the door before
rushing to the laptop.
I was lucky because Nathaniel didn’t turn his laptop off properly, so it had simply been idle the entire
time. All I had to do was move the mouse, and the screen lit up to show the WhatsApp messages.
Swallowing hard, I then turned my head to check and make sure that Nathaniel hadn’t come to the
room. After that, I used the mouse to check his chat history.
As suspected, the illegal business deal was done behind Ashton’s back. Or rather, the owner of that
new number was the one who was making the decisions.
My first instinct was to log into my own account and make a copy of that chat history. Unfortunately,
that would leave a record, and I wouldn’t be able to delete everything in time if Nathaniel suddenly
came in.
While panicking, I saw the screenshot button on the desktop, and a lightbulb instantly went off in my
head.
I made a screenshot of the most important bit of the WhatsApp chat history before I attached it to a
new e-mail I created using Nathaniel’s e-mail account.
For the title, I wrote: It’s me, Scarlett. I hope this will help. Don’t reply. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
I looked for Ashton’s name before I clicked on it to send the e-mail.
Then, I deleted the e-mail from the folders and turned off all software.
Everything was done in one go, and it was perfect.
I didn’t relax or heave a breath of relief until I got everything back to its original position.
“What are you doing?” Nathaniel’s nonchalant tone broke the silence.
A chill ran down my spine, and I stiffened as if someone had just pointed a gun at my head.
I bit my lip a little and tried to force myself to calm down. After that, I moved the mouse to the web
browser and complained, “What do you think I was doing? The day has been so boring, so I’m going
online to watch some news. What? Do you actually think I’m a criminal?”