A Cue for Love (Natalie and Samuel)

Chapter 1182 Hatred For Snatching His Wife

In the middle of the hall, Bastien glanced at Natalie from the corner of his eye, only to catch her gazing at a certain someone under the stage with eyes filled with adoration.

After following her gaze, he realized the person she was staring at was none other than Samuel. “Be mindful of where you’re at now.” The muscles on Bastien’s face were taut as he warned her in a low voice, “Control your gaze.”

When Natalie tilted her head slowly, the beads on her tiara collided with one another, emitting a crisp and pleasant jingle.

She chuckled and said sarcastically, “I can’t help it. My eyes can only see the people I want to see. If you think I’m not obedient enough, you shouldn’t have brought him over here in the first place. It’s your business that you want to destroy me and satisfy the desire of crushing your love rival, but it’s my freedom to look at whoever I want!”

“You—” Bastien was once again provoked by Natalie’s words. “Do not forget your current identity!” “What will you do to me if I choose to forget about it?” Natalie pursed her red lips. The arrogance in her bones made it impossible for her to give in to him.

to be threatened and schemed against till then. However, Natalie

than flatter Bastien. After uttering that sentence, Natalie tilted

could not be bothered to observe the proprieties, crossing over the silk ribbon and standing next to Natalie. He then held her hand tightly, using that action to make her know who would

refused to give in, but she could only let Bastien hold her hand as everyone in

the royal family and esteemed guests under the stage took in the “public display of affection” from

man like Prince Jonathan could be so clingy when he’s

even the most heroic man is bound to fall for a woman’s beauty. I’d say the youngest daughter of the Lovas family is blessed to

made in heaven! I don’t think this is an arranged marriage, as they are obviously deeply in love

“I agree! I agree!”

could not stop sending their

was brewing silently inside Samuel’s

hard that his knuckles cracked. The sounds were so loud that even

his head to glance at Samuel and

his wine, and his speech was slightly incoherent due to his violent coughing. “You… You look like you have a deep-seated hatred for him…