The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 1182

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.

It was her incompetence and carelessness that caused her to be threatened and schemed against till then.

However, Natalie could never behave like an obedient bird in a cage and learn to please him according to his preferences.

would rather die

that sentence, Natalie tilted her head away from him

proprieties, crossing over the silk ribbon and standing next to Natalie. He then held her hand tightly, using that action to make her

only let Bastien hold her hand as everyone in the hall

the royal family and esteemed guests under the stage took

anticipate that an otherworldly flawless man like Prince Jonathan could be so clingy when he's

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

don't think this is an arranged marriage, as

“I agree! I agree!”

could not stop sending their blessings to the

storm was brewing silently inside Samuel's

show much of his emotions, but his fists were clenched so hard that his knuckles cracked. The sounds were so loud that even Yandel, sitting next to him, heard

glance at Samuel and was frightened by the dark look

to his violent coughing. “You... You look like