Chapter 479 Can't Explain
Natalie slipped into a sleek black evening gown, radiating an air of cool sophistication. Her high heels were from her favorite designer.
She took a deep breath, replaying the recent events in her mind.
She picked up the phone and dialed Elijah.
"Send Briar up."
Elijah replied, "Sure thing."
Taking another deep breath, she stepped out of her room and found Yves' assistant, Demi, waiting at the door.
"Ms. Clark, Yves was worried about you being alone, so he asked me to stick around tonight."
Perfect timing, she needed extra help.
Natalie smiled, "Great, can you wait here for Briar? I need to talk to her when she gets here."
Demi nodded, "Of course, Ms. Clark."
"It's about time. I'll head down now."
Downstairs, the lighting was set up, and there was one seat left in the front row, flanked by Gabriel and Robert.
Natalie hesitated for a moment, feeling the tension in the seating arrangement.
But before she could decide, Robert spotted her and waved.
Natalie walked over and sat down.
Gabriel's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't greet her with his usual warmth, still upset about earlier.
Natalie felt relieved. That was a good sign.
Robert smiled and whispered, "Yves knows how to draw a crowd. The fans are all here for him."
Hearing someone praise Yves made Natalie happy, but she remained humble.
"Yves is just good-looking, a decent actor, and a nice person, that's all."
Robert's smile froze for a moment, then he nodded in agreement, his smile deepening.
On the other side, Gabriel remained silent, his face growing darker.
The first act ended.
An assistant handed over three cups of coffee from the side.
Robert handed one to Natalie, who then passed it to Gabriel.
Gabriel hesitated for a moment, his expression softening as he took the cup.
But the next second, before he could hold it properly, the cup inexplicably leaked.
Coffee spilled all over his clothes.
Gabriel, who had a severe case of OCD, couldn't tolerate it until the end of the play.
He stood up, and the assistant quickly grabbed his cane, "I'm sorry, Mr. Kensington..."
Gabriel shot him a sharp look, took the cane, and turned to Natalie, "I'm going to change my clothes. I'll be back."
Natalie nodded and sat back down.
She thought the assistant looked somewhat familiar.
Gabriel hadn't been gone long when Natalie stood up and quietly left the theater.
Jagger had already given her the room number for the lounge.
He exited the elevator and found the room. Inside, it was pitch dark.
She turned on the light, revealing a large, soft sofa with a woman's purse and dress on it.
Her eyes narrowed coldly.
The next second, the bathroom door opened.
A woman, wrapped in a towel and still dripping wet, emerged, barely covering the essential parts, yet still revealing too much.
It was Briar.
Gabriel's face turned extremely grim, his eyes cold and sharp, exuding a menacing aura.
"Who told you to come here?"
His voice was chillingly cold.
Briar looked startled, pausing for a few seconds before clutching her slipping towel, her cheeks flushed.
"Mr. Kensington, why are you here?"
Gabriel's gaze was icy and disdainful, filled with cold indifference.
"Get out."
Before he could finish, Briar suddenly clutched her chest and screamed, running towards Gabriel.
A group of reporters burst in, cameras flashing incessantly.
Gabriel froze, turning to see the storm brewing in his eyes.
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