Clearing her throat awkwardly, she dodged the question. "I was about to sleep..."
"While thinking about what I must be doing right now?" he interrupted smoothly.
She hesitated, feeling like a thief caught in the act. "Don’t be so full of yourself. Why would I be thinking about you?"
He chuckled softly. "It’s alright to miss me. I’m not going to object to it. In fact, I’m glad you are."
She frowned. "I said I’m not."
"I’ll be back soon. So, bear with it even if it’s hard," he teased. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
"But I—"
"I miss you too."
Natalie fell silent, the words catching her off guard.
His tone shifted, becoming more serious. "I want to come back to you right now, but I have to wait a little longer. This lavish bed I’m in feels unbearably cold without your warmth."
Natalie’s heart skipped a beat, leaving her momentarily speechless. She never had any man talking to her like this, not even in person, let alone on call.
"Don’t be overwhelmed. Soon, you will get used to hearing such things from me often," Justin responded to her silence. "I will make sure, all your life, you would keep hearing it from me."
Natalie gulped, she truly felt overwhelmed, unable to decipher her response.
"I want to keep talking to you, but I want to you sleep better so you can be ready to fight your enemies tomorrow," Justin spoke, not expecting a reply from her. "Sleep well."
She finally managed to words. "Good night!"
"Good night, Natalie."
The call was disconnected and Natalie felt her heart beating faster. ’How can he know what I am doing?’ she inhaled deeply and looked around, ’is there a camera in the room?’ But she shook the thought away. ’He is not that kind of a man. Certainly not.’
She closed her eyes, ’I will wait for him to return. Once he is back, I will cook everything he likes.’
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The next day, more matters awaited Natalie. After receiving Justin’s call, she had slept surprisingly well.
The issue of Natalie’s alleged plagiarism had escalated, now causing friction with the organization responsible for arranging the national perfume competition. With Natalie’s statement that she hadn’t plagiarized and Mia claiming that Natalie was, in fact, a victim, questions were raised about the credibility of the competition and the fairness of its results.
The organizers responded by posting a message on their website, inviting Natalie to join the upcoming competition and prove her innocence.
This, of course, led to another swarm of reporters gathering in front of her office.
"Ms. Natalie, are you going to participate in the competition?"
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