Chapter 647
Sheena was puzzled. After all, she was not here to meet her future mother–in–law, so why the need for elaborate dressing?
Nonetheless, she was well aware that she still had to continue dealing with Nathaniel after this.
Hence, she politely explained, “I didn’t bring many clothes with me for this trip abroad, so I don’t have a more suitable outfit.”
Hearing her explanation, Nathaniel’s initial disappointment in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a hint of regret.
“I’m sorry. This is my oversight. I should have prepared a suitable dress for you in advance. Don’t be upset, I won’t let it happen again.”
Sheena averted her gaze, saying, “It’s okay, there’s no need to apologize.”
“Let’s go, we’ll head inside first. I’ll show you around, and before noon, I’ll have someone bring some dresses for you. We can then have lunch with my mom.
Nathaniel smiled warmly, his eyes affectionate and fixated on her face, reaching out to hold her hand. However, Sheena slightly furrowed her brow, instinctively pulling her hand back before their hands
could touch.
This action seemed to trigger a sensitive nerve in Nathaniel.
He abruptly moved forward, grabbing Sheena’s chin forcefully.
“We’re getting married soon. Why do you resist me like this? Why is it that Elliot can publicly kiss you, but I can’t even hold your hand?”
“We’re not married yet. We have no relationship. Why do you feel entitled to hold my hand in public? “Sheena countered, her cold gaze unwavering.
Lionel, who was about to step out of the car, witnessed the scene. Acting decisively, he approached, seizing Nathaniel’s wrist.
“Let go! Don’t hurt her!”
Nathaniel released Sheena’s chin, but Lionel continued to grip his wrist tightly. Despite Nathaniel’s attempts to free himself, he could not succeed.
“Are you the bodyguard Nana brought this time?”
Nathaniel scrutinized Lionel, who had disguised himself for the outing with a large red birthmark on his left cheek and a prominent black mole at the corner of his right eye. Acnes covered his face, and makeup was used to enhance the structure and tip of his nose.
Looking a bit bizarre, Nathaniel could not recognize him.
Under his direct scrutiny, Lionel remained calm.
“Yes, Mr. Lance. I’m Nell, Ms. Sheena’s bodyguard.
Nathaniel glanced at Lionel once and withdrew his gaze, unable to look at Lionel’s rather bizarre face any longer.
Then, he looked at Sheena doubtfully and asked, “Nana, you always had high standards for your bodyguards‘ appearances. When did your taste change, hiring someone who looks this ugly?”
Sheena took another glance at Lionel, admittedly finding him quite unattractive.
“He didn’t look this ugly originally. The acne on his face is due to not adapting well to the local environment. Although he’s not handsome, he has a good physique and is skilled. Don’t underestimate him.”
Ignoring Lionel’s face, Nathaniel glanced at his physique and said in a rather jealous tone, “Decent proportions, but plenty of men have good bodies. Besides, you haven’t seen him without clothes. He might not even have abs.”
Caught in the middle of their discussion, Lionel felt a bit embarrassed and lowered his head. He discreetly touched his stomach and let out a long sigh.
Thankfully, Elliot was not around. If Elliot knew that Sheena praised his physique, he would probably be jealous and promptly send him far away to mine coals, ensuring Sheena never saw him again.
Seeing Nathaniel’s attention completely focused on Lionel, Sheena changed the subject and said, I’m getting tired from the standing. Let’s go.”
Without waiting for Nathaniel’s response, she walked ahead, avoiding any attempts by Nathaniel to hold her hand again.
Lionel quickly caught up.
Most European–style buildings were predominantly white and gold, exuding an air of dignity and nobility. The walls were adorned with porcelain murals, a stark contrast to the style of architecture
back in Froania.
Nathaniel walked alongside Sheena, guiding her through the grandeur of the palace while providing explanations.
“I hold a privilege token given by my mom. Apart from areas like the king’s bed–chamber, study, and council chamber, which are restricted, you’re free to come and go anywhere else.”
