Chapter 265: A Man Cannot Serve Two Masters
Chapter 265: A Man Cannot Serve Two Masters
It was not hard for Crystal to get the castle’s fax number. After all, most of the servants knew it, and after making a few calls, she had tickets booked for an eight o’clock flight to Seattle and a copy of the newspaper in her hands.
On the front page, in bold letters, were these thirteen words: AND THE AWARD FOR THE MOST UNFAITHFUL WOMAN OF THE YEAR GOES TO:
Beneath that, there were a series of indecent images. All of Nancy and Paul’s private parts had been censored, but there was no mistaking that the main person in the images was Nancy. Along with these photos, there were others with Nancy and her mother.
Nancy was sitting beside Crystal, and she traced the subtitle with her index finger and cringed. It said: Like Mother, Like Daughter According to the newspaper, a year ago, her mother had an affair with a married man, and they fled the country together.
“How could this happen?” Nancy shook her head, “I never knew... I always thought that my parents' divorce was over a personality clash. My Dad loved my Mom so much, and he gave up everything for her. I can’t believe that she dared to treat him like this...”
“Don’t be so hard on her,” Crystal said. “She is still your mother, and you don’t know her side of the story. Don’t condemn her until you’ve talked to her.”
“You’re right.” Nancy sighed and said, “This is all Paul’s fault. He said that he would ruin me... But it never occurred to me that he might also come after my parents...” She had never hated anyone as much as she hated Paul at that moment.
Coincidentally, half a mile away, Paul was sitting in a pub reading the exact same article. Once he was done with it, he pulled out his phone to check if he had missed any calls. He had not.
He frowned for a minute, and then he chugged the rest of his beer. A week had passed since the wedding, and he had expected to hear from Nancy by now. He sent a text message to Eric: “Is Nancy with you? Is she alright?”
“She’s fine,” Eric replied, and as if to prove the point, he sent Paul a picture of Nancy cooking turkey broth. He glowered at the image for a while. Nancy looked particularly kind and calm, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Why haven’t you called yet?” he muttered. He had paid his servants to plant copies of the paper all over the castle where Nancy was staying. Unbeknownst to him, though, Eric’s servants had been quietly cleaning them up and incinerating them.
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Nathan’s lawyer, Mr. Carter, was on a business trip in Seattle, and when he saw the newspaper featuring Nancy and her mother, he went into a rage. He was so angry that he drove to the airport immediately. Unfortunately, because he was in such an emotional state, he got into a car accident.
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Michelle snuck up behind Paul and wrapped her arms around his waist. “You’ve spent an awfully long time staring at your phone,” she said. “What’s up? It seems like your phone hasn’t left your hand in a week...”
Paul grunted but said nothing.
Later that night, it was the same, and Michelle did everything that she could to get his attention. “I’m not used to you acting like this,” she told him. “And you’re starting to scare me.”
Michelle had seen him ignore Nancy, and she had known what that meant. Now she knew how it must have hurt Nancy, and she had a small measure of guilt. She said his name, and when he didn’t reply, she took a step backward and crossed her arms over her breasts. “Fine,” she said. “But if you’re going to act this way, I am leaving!”
“Leaving?” Paul turned around abruptly.
“Where are you going?”
“To a place where you will never find me,” Michelle hissed.
Paul scowled. She had disappeared once before, so he knew what she was capable of. His brows furrowed, and he said, “No. I will not allow you to leave.”
“I just want to go...” Michelle whined.
“I will never allow you to leave me again,” Paul solemnly vowed.
“Really?” Michelle scoffed. “I don’t think you need me that much anyway.”
“What?” Paul frowned. “Who told you that?”
“Does it matter?” Michelle shrugged. “You are not as good to me as you used to be....”
Paul walked over to her and picked her up.
“I do want you,” he told her.
Michelle sighed and said, “A man cannot serve two masters. It says so in the Bible.”
“What do you mean?” Paul was confused by her words.
“If you want me,” she explained, “you can only have eyes for me.”
“Okay.” Paul laughed softly and said, “I only have eyes for you.”
Michelle let her arms swing low, and she stroked his manh**d eagerly. Once she was sure that she had his full attention, she said, “Then I don’t want to see you moping and fantasizing about Nancy all day. Do you hear me? It is pathetic! Are you a man, or are you a dog?”
“I am a man!” Paul explained angrily.
“Then act like a man,” Michelle moaned. And she cupped his genitals in the palm of her hand.
Lately, she had sensed that he had lost interest in her, and she hoped to be able to resurrect his lust for her with her hand. But he did not rise to the occasion. Instead, his manh**d remained limp in his pants.
This is not a good sign - Michelle thought. Typically, Paul let his manh**d do all his thinking for him, and it took little more than a stiff breeze to rouse his attention. Now, though, nothing she did seemed to make a difference.
Eventually, Paul pinched her jaw and kissed her. Then he stepped away from her and said, “Wait for me.” Then he went into the next room. When he came back, he had a condom in his hands.
