Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 136

Nellie could tell Nathan was in one of his moods, so she quickly tried to calm him down. "Nathan, we can't keep pretending forever. Tomorrow, I'm divorcing Cameron, and then I can go back to being Nathalie." Nathan's handsome features finally relaxed at her words.

As they walked into the restaurant, Nathan felt a slight warmth in the air and casually shrugged off his coat. Nellie acted like an eager helper, and rushed to grab it. With a resigned sigh, Nathan tossed it to her.

Just then, a woman barreled through, too absorbed in her phone call to watch her step, and accidentally sent Nellie sprawling to the ground. Nathan immediately stepped in front of the woman, his expression icy. She looked up, frowning, only to freeze when she saw Nathan, her mouth falling open in surprise. "Apologize to the person you bumped into," Nathan ordered.

The woman, who seemed to recognize Nathan, grudgingly came back and muttered a reluctant, "Sorry."

Nellie thought the voice sounded familiar, and looking up, a flood of memories rushed back. She finally realized it was Fiona, Greta's best friend.

Fiona at a birthday party Cameron threw for Greta. Greta was draped in a luxurious gown courtesy of Cameron, while Nellie, in a cheap outfit, had come with her sick

cut ties with the past and avoid getting tangled up in Greta's social network. She shook her head at Fiona, letting

spoke to whoever that was urgently, "Keep your cool. Don't let those online trolls get to you. Remember, you're two months pregnant now. Girl, take care of the baby and use that leverage to cement your status in the Capital's elite circles. Don't forget to help me out when you've

watched Fiona's retreating figure, her expression growing darker by the moment. She turned to Nathan with a seemingly random question, "Why do you

in Nellie's gaze towards Fiona. With a knowing smile, he replied, "Probably because he's trying

suddenly don't want to divorce him

"Whatever that makes

got your back," he added, with a playful tone to

anger and bitterness. If she didn't find a way to let it out,

Nathan's coat back into his arms, suddenly changing her mind. "Nathan, I'm sorry. I have to leave you today. Tonight, I want to visit my dear

feigned disappointment. "You know, you're the first girl who's ever stood