Meeting You Was Fate

Chapter 90 Mistress In The House

The sun gradually fell as the stars once again returned to the dark skies. After bathing, Mandy slinked into a thin nightdress. She shuffled uncomfortably. Though the fabric was smooth, it felt as if it wasn't covering anything. Ever since she had moved here, Nathan was the one preparing her clothes, setting up her own walk-in closet of two hundred square meters to provide her with more options.

It rained heavily that day, and from the news, she had heard, it was most likely a sign of another hurricane coming in. Mandy gazed over the windowpane, stopping when she saw two headlights shining from the yard.

Not long after the car had stopped, a petite woman stepped up to the door. She wasn't holding an umbrella, so she held her hand over her head to protect herself from the rain.

Even if she squinted, Mandy still couldn't see who the woman was due to the darkness that surrounded the space. Curiously, she bent over, trying to get a better look. Maybe this was Nathan's love.

As she thought of this, Mandy frowned, backing away from the window. Who was this woman?

'If I went down...' Mandy considered, weighing up her options. In a few minutes, she found herself going down the stairs. Curiosity had won this time around.

With forced calmness, she flew down the stairs as quietly and as slowly as possible. A few steps downwards, she could already make out the two of them. Nathan was holding the woman with one hand. She was standing there with her back to Mandy, so she couldn't get a better look at her face. However, from the way he was holding her, it seemed as if the woman was important to him.

"Why are you wet?" Nathan said coldly. Mandy couldn't help but stand over there, not knowing what to do next.

He was so focused on the woman that he didn't notice Mandy had come downstairs.

"Don't worry. I just got wet when I got out of the car," the woman said in a teasing and slightly flirty manner.

The voice was familiar. It felt as if Mandy had already heard it from someone she had met at the hospital. She paused.

"Go upstairs and change your clothes," Nathan said softly, letting go of her.

As the two of them were about to turn around, they spotted Mandy frozen in position. It was too late now. She was spotted with her clenched fists and narrowed gaze.

Nacy smiled. "Miss Zhou, it's you."

Mandy was still in a daze, gaping at the two of them. Nacy was beautiful. Even if she just got blown by the rain, she still resembled a statue of elegance and superiority. Her smile was so bright that it could almost be compared to the stars at night. Even without makeup, she still looked as if she had just strutted down the runway.

"Hello, Miss Jin." Mandy nodded her head after a short while, feeling herself go into a turmoil of feelings.

Even as they turned, she noticed that Nathan's hand was still on Nacy's shoulder as if they were a couple.

Maybe they were. They did look amazing together.

At the thought, Mandy's heart thudded with a feeling she couldn't recognize. She forced a smile onto her lips. It hurt like hell.

Nathan squinted, glancing at the two women. He was about to ask how they knew each other when Nacy interrupted his thoughts. "Mr. Jin, it seems you have a mistress in your house."

Nathan snorted, looking at her with a doting smile, not even a hint annoyed by her teasing remark.

Nacy shook her head. From the looks of it, it seemed like her cousin and Mandy had lived together for a long time. One glance at the nightgown Mandy was wearing, and she knew it was a limited edition of Chanel.

"I... I'm going upstairs." Mandy's face turned from apple red to sheet white from her remark, and she stuttered out an excuse to get out of there.

"Oh! Wait, Miss Zhou, I'll go with you. I need to change out of this." Nacy laughed, motioning to her wet designer wear.

"Okay," said Mandy in a daze.

'What's the relationship between them? They both have the surname "Jin," ' Mandy pondered. Nathan was an only child. That was what she had gathered from the time she had spent here. Other details were left in the dark, and she had never really found herself questioning his past.

In the dressing room, Nacy chose a set of pajamas and asked with a smile, "Miss Zhou, how about this one?"

"Yes, it's very beautiful," Mandy said sincerely, admiring her from afar. 'No wonder she's a star. She has a perfect figure. She could walk out in a garbage bag, and it'd still fit her, ' she thought.

"Do you live here, Miss Zhou?" Nacy smiled.

"No... No, I'm just Mr. Jin's private doctor. He said he had a headache today, so I came here to check on him." Mandy's mind was in total chaos as the question was tossed towards her. In confusion, she found herself making up an excuse.

"Well, Miss Zhou, why don't you stay here for the night? A hurricane is coming. It's not safe to go back tonight." Nacy arched up her eyebrows.

"What? Sure?" Her response came out as a question rather than a sentence, not believing that those words came out of her mouth. However, even as it was, she couldn't help but feel relieved.

In fact, Nacy had already seen through the relationship between them, but she didn't comment on it or anything else as she worried over them these few minutes.

As Nacy grabbed her pajamas and walked to the bathroom, Mandy couldn't help but feel a sense of loss inside her. From the way she walked around, it seemed as if she had been here for a couple of times already.

Mandy tilted her head, crossing her arms. If that was the case, then what was the relationship between the two? Nathan had held her in his arms, had smiled at her, hadn't let her go, as if they were a couple. So were they? Mandy's tongue clicked at the back of her mouth.

The more she thought about it, the sourer she became. Mandy frowned, stalked back to her bedroom, and buried herself into the sheets. It was like she was going to get sick from thinking all of these things.

Suddenly, as she buried herself, she heard the door lock.

Mandy yelped at the sound, glancing up to see that it was only Nathan.

"What are you doing here?" Mandy scrambled backward, grabbing the corner of her clothes. Her back hit the hard wood of the bed, but she found herself wanting to go even further back. She glanced at the door, biting her lips.

"This is my house. What do you think I'm doing here?" Nathan folded his arms, sitting on the bed.

"What... Don't do this. Get out of here." She bent closer to him, motioning to the door in a hushed manner. If Nacy were to see them like this...Her face flushed at the thought. It was going to be very difficult to explain. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Why should I?" Nathan did a backhand pull and drew Mandy into his arms. The distance between them was now a few millimeters, and she could feel him breathing down her neck.

Mandy blushed as Nathan slowly stretched his thin and long fingers, caressing her face as if she were a sculpture he had created. Though she wanted to get out, to leave, she found herself leaning deeper into his arms.