Chapter 398 Eavesdropping
"Mr. Kensington instructed not to let me go upstairs and disturb them. I think Ms. Clark's coldness towards Mr. Kensington is all an act. She's just..."
It was Julia's deliberately lowered voice.
Suddenly, the kitchen light turned on.
Julia stood up in shock, flustered, and dropped her phone on the floor.
In the moment before the screen dimmed, Natalie saw the name on it.
It turned out she was talking to Wendy.
Julia shivered, looking at her with panic in her eyes, stammering as she spoke.
"Ms. Clark, what are you doing here?"
Natalie glanced at her calmly and indifferently, her eyes devoid of warmth.
She went straight to get a carton of milk, poured it into a glass, and turned to leave.
Julia, trembling, picked up her phone and looked at her back, suddenly feeling a bit panicked.
Natalie drank the milk as she went upstairs, finishing it by the time she reached the study door.
That scene just now made Natalie feel utterly disgusted.
Because this wasn't the first time, Julia was originally Wendy's spy, placed by her side, monitoring what she did every day and what she had to do.
Gabriel's shirts and suits, which he never wore, had to be ironed, the house had to be cleaned by her own hands, and even the meals she ate every day had to be prepared according to a specific menu.
Julia was the one who supervised and inspected her work.
Even to this day, Wendy wanted to control her every move.
When Natalie returned to the study, she didn't do so quietly; she closed the door directly.
Gabriel, who was on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes.
She walked over coolly. "Do you need to rest?"
It was clear that she had gone out and was in a bad mood.
Gabriel looked up, rubbed his temples, his voice hoarse and low.
"How did I fall asleep? If you're tired, go rest. Brad will bring me some documents later."
Natalie raised an eyebrow, knowing that Gabriel wouldn't waste time; the vast Kensington Group couldn't be left unattended.
"Alright, then I'll rest. Don't call me unless it's necessary, and even if it is, don't call me."
Gabriel smiled helplessly, watching Natalie put on her shoes and turn to leave.
The door closed.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a sinking sensation in his heart.
When she went out, she was afraid of waking him, so she didn't even wear shoes.
But when she came back, she deliberately made noise?
Natalie returned to her room, locked the door, and video-chatted with Kelly and Mia, laughing and talking until late.
Gabriel finished reading the documents Brad brought, and it was already past midnight.
His brows were tired, but thinking that Natalie was resting in the next room, his mood lightened instantly.
He wheeled himself out of the study, wanting to check on her.
But when he reached her room door, Gabriel's face turned strange at the sight, feeling an inexplicable tightness in his chest!
Natalie's bodyguard, Elijah, was sleeping on the floor outside her door.
And the floor setup was very complete, comparable to military practicality—simple and convenient!
Elijah completely blocked her door.
Gabriel walked over with a dark expression, his eyes displeased.
Bodyguard Elijah saw him and slightly raised his eyes.
"Did the servants not prepare a guest room for you?"
His voice was deep, carrying a strong sense of pressure.
Elijah's face remained calm, leaning against the wall, one leg bent, looking at him defiantly.
"I'm not a guest; I'm Ms. Clark's bodyguard. Wherever she is, that's where I am."
Gabriel's face tightened. "I want to go in and see if she's resting."
His implication was for the bodyguard to make way.
Elijah said, "Ms. Clark is already resting."
"You decide that?"
Elijah was silent for a few seconds: "Ms. Clark instructed that unless she comes out herself, no one is allowed to enter."
Gabriel was silent.
Alright, bringing up Ulysses, he couldn't even get angry.
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