Divorced While Pregnant The Ex-Husband’s Collapse 59
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Once Natalie and Stephen were in the car, Natalie said, “Johnson, my brother’s a bit of a ruffian. I hope you don’t take it to heart.”
Johnson replied in a gentle voice, “I don’t mind. He seems like a good person, bold and straightforward.”
She nodded. “He’s not a bad person, it’s just…”
She sighed. “You’ve probably heard bits and pieces too.”
Johnson answered calmly, “Doing business depends on timing, location, and people. The economic climate hasn’t been great these past few years, so it’s genuinely hard to get things going.”
After a brief pause, he added, “There’s water and some snacks in the compartment by the door. I bought them for you, so help yourself if you feel like it.”
Ever since Natalie knew Johnson, he’d always been this attentive and considerate, handling even the smallest details perfectly. He was so reliable.
If she had met Johnson first, then there might not have been room for Jeffrey at all. Perhaps the order in which people entered your life really did matter.
But back then, Jeffrey had been attentive to her too.
Natalie smiled. “Thanks, Johnson, but I just ate. I’m not hungry right now.”
Johnson nodded. “Keep them anyway. You have low blood sugar.”
He always remembered, and he always cared.°
Jeffrey was probably just as meticulous with Abigail. Sometimes, the difference between how people were treated was just so glaring.
At the airport, Natalie waited by the arrival gate. She craned her neck, feeling both nervous and excited. She didn’t know what Daniel was like in private or how she should make a good impression on him. On top of that, Daniel was her idol.
All those emotions tangled together made Natalie’s palms slick with sweat.
Finally, the familiar, long–awaited figure appeared in her line of sight.
Daniel was wearing sunglasses. His skin was tan, and his hair was faintly streaked with gray. It was tied into a small braid at the back of his head, giving him an artistic look. A backpack hung
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over his shoulders. Despite being over 60, he looked energetic, and he walked in steady strides.
Natalie stepped forward with the bouquet in her arms. “Hello, Mr. Wagner. My name is Natalie. I’m a big fan of yours and the founder of Dream Gallery. I wrapped this bouquet for you myself. Welcome to Caspia City.”
Daniel took the flowers with one hand and removed his sunglasses with the other. “So, you’re Natalie?”
“Yes, Mr. Wagner.” Natalie nodded.
Daniel laughed. “How gentle and beautiful. I know you.”
Natalie froze for a moment. “Mr. Wagner, you know me?”
That didn’t make sense. If not for Johnson using every connection he had, how could she have ever met Daniel?
Daniel chuckled, lightly patting her on the back twice. “You’ll find out when we have dinner tonight.”
He even deliberately left her hanging.
Natalie was still dazed when Johnson took Daniel’s suitcase, saying politely, “Mr. Wagner, let me take you back to the hotel to rest. I’ll pick you up later this evening and take you to the
restaurant.‘
Daniel nodded. “Alright.”
The entire afternoon, Natalie kept wondering how Daniel could possibly know of her. She was completely baffled.
It wasn’t until that evening that everything clicked. The moment she pushed open the private dining room door, she saw Stacy Evans sitting beside Daniel, chatting animatedly.
Natalie called out tentatively, “Stacy? You’ve graduated? You’re back?”
When Stacy saw Natalie, she cried out in surprise. She sprang to her feet and rushed over to pull Natalie into a tight hug. “Yes, Nat! I’ve missed you so much. It’s been ages! Come here, babe. Let me give you a kiss!”
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