A Cue For Love

Chapter 1168 Threat

Natalie lay in bed weakly. Next to her was a young lady called Betty, who prostrated herself on the ground while holding a tray of food.

Despite her posture, Natalie averted her gaze elsewhere coldly, not bothering to spare her a glance. Timidly, Betty said, “Madam, you haven’t eaten in two days… If this continues, your health will suffer. If Master blames me for this, I…”

Truth be told, she was not trying to gain Natalie’s sympathy, for her master indeed gave her that warning before leaving. Her life would be in danger if she failed to take good care of the woman before her.

For the past few days, Betty had done her best to take care of Natalie, but the latter had barely eaten anything. In fact, Natalie’s last meal was a bowl of plain oatmeal porridge from two days ago.

Hearing her plea, Natalie finally showed some reaction, tilting her head slowly to look at her. With her brows furrowed, she corrected Betty by saying, “Don’t call me ‘Madam,’ for I’m not his woman. Besides, I told you that I won’t eat unless Bastien comes to see me.”

Her voice was weak. Despite exerting all her strength to speak, she only managed to breathe those two sentences. As Natalie seemed to be getting weaker, Betty got so anxious that she began to weep.

here… Please, eat something! If you want to see Master

the young lady before her was too naive. Even if she did eat on time and recover quickly, Bastien would still figure out a way

approach. In any case, he would never let her die,

give up on her. Afraid of getting punished, Betty remained in a kneeling position

seemingly long while, footsteps finally sounded outside the bedroom. The person did not bother knocking on

was Bastien, clad in a shirt. Initially, there was a quirk in his mouth when he entered the room, but the sight of Natalie’s weak and fragile appearance wiped the smile off his face. What replaced his joy

did you take care of her?

anything in response. All she could do

at Bastien and said icily, “She did try to feed me,

spoon from Betty and declared, “If you finish this, I

help but feel that Bastien was more crazed than

reality, beneath his mild-mannered facade lived a