The Housewife's Return To Her Alluring Prime - Chapter 44: Chapter 44

Nathan's words snapped me out of my thoughts. I stared at him blankly. His eyes were sincere and deep. When he looked at me, I felt like I could mess with him and get away with it.
I pushed those naughty thoughts away fast and straightened my face. "Mr. Hallman, I'm not going to cheat just because he was playing the rooster."
Nathan burst out laughing. "Is that supposed to be funny?" Today, Jared took Tracy, who had morning sickness, to the hospital for a checkup.
I wasn't in the mood to laugh. Nathan stopped laughing and softly said, "That's a good way to think. Don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes. Just be yourself. Good things and good people will always get noticed."
His words healed a lot of my sadness right away. "You're not trying to hit on me, are you?" I blurted out without thinking, caught up in my emotions.
Nathan looked shocked, and then his face flushed red. A pure guy really can't resist teasing. "Uh, I mean, I can be your friend, but I won't cross any lines," I said honestly.
I wanted to be friends with Nathan. Having a powerful friend who could help me get ahead sounded great. Nathan looked hurt by what I said.
He said with a deep look, "I never meant to cross the line. At first, I just wanted to get to know you."
I smiled and said, "Aren't we already friends now?"
"Yeah. If you want to be friends, that makes me happy." Nathan's gaze was warm, but I knew he had other feelings too.
Nathan changed the subject. Halfway through the meal, I suddenly remembered something more urgent. I quickly looked at Nathan. "Can you do me a favor right now?"
Seeing my serious face, Nathan nodded right away. "Sure. What is it?"
"Can you send someone to the affiliate hospital's OB-GYN department to take some photos for me?" I said, feeling anxious.
"Okay. Whose photos?" Nathan asked.
"Jared took the company's VP, Tracy, to the OB-GYN department," I said flatly.
Nathan was shocked. "I don't know if it's too late now, but I have to do this to collect evidence for the divorce." I looked down and hid the sadness in my eyes.
Nathan stared at me for a long moment, then quietly got up from his seat and stepped outside to make a phone call.
After a short while, he came back and said, "I sent my most trusted person over there. If they can't get any photos, I'll use my connections to find out what's going on."
I looked at him gratefully and said, "Thank you."
In my previous life, I was isolated by everyone. I wasn't from Hachester and wasn't good at making connections. If Yvonne hadn't cried and let some information slip, I wouldn't have known how close Tracy and Jared were.
Therefore, Nathan's help felt like a lifeline. He looked at me with a bit of pity. I lowered my head and sipped my coffee, worried he might ask for more details.
Luckily, he didn't press me and just comforted me, saying he would tell me as soon as he heard anything. We left the restaurant around 2:30. My car was in front, and his car followed closely behind.
I had always been confident in my driving, but after about ten minutes, I bumped the car in front of me on a curve.
The driver cursed loudly and jumped out, glaring at the dented tail light I caused. I was shocked and hit my forehead on the steering wheel. Ignoring the pain, I quickly got out and apologized.
Maybe because I looked pretty, the driver stared at me for two seconds. Though angry, his attitude softened a lot. "Young lady, you must be new at this. Look what you did to my tail light. I was rushing to pick up my kid."
My mind was a little foggy, and I said instinctively, "I'm sorry. It wasn't on purpose. It's my fault."
Just then, a gentle male voice spoke behind me. "Ms. Murphy, are you okay?"
I turned and saw Nathan still behind me. I was surprised since his company was in the opposite direction. The driver immediately asked, "Are you her husband?"
"I'm her friend," Nathan said.
"She just said it was all her fault. You don't have a problem with that, right?" The driver pushed aggressively.
Nathan replied calmly, "You just made a U-turn on a double yellow line. She's not fully at fault." The driver froze and had no answer.
"Settle this privately," Nathan said firmly. The driver looked annoyed but admitted he had cut across the double yellow line quickly, so he was partly responsible.
"Fifteen hundred dollars," Nathan said straight.
The driver wanted more, but Nathan's strong presence made him back down. "Fine, you guys have more backing. You decide."
I quickly turned and grabbed money from my car. When I came back, the driver got in and drove off. "Didn't he want the money?" I asked, surprised.
"He got it," Nathan said, frowning as he watched me closely. "Is your husband's cheating stressing you out? You shouldn't be driving. Ride with me."
"I'm fine," I said and tried to get into my car. Nathan grabbed me suddenly. "You're risking your life."
I looked at him, shocked. "It was really an accident."
"Don't drive." Nathan pulled me toward his car.
His driver then came down and politely said, "Ms. Murphy, don't worry. I'll drive your car back to the city."
Nathan pushed me into the back seat without arguing. After I sat down, he didn't close the door right away. His eyes landed on my forehead. "You got a bump. Let's get you some medicine first."
I touched my forehead and felt a sharp pain. My car also had a broken headlight. I asked Nathan to have his assistant drive my car to the dealership. Luckily, it was in my name, so Jared wouldn't find out.
The driver had already left with my car. Nathan drove his Maybach and stopped in front of a pharmacy. He went inside to buy medicine.
Through the glass, I watched his tall figure enter the store. He talked with the staff at the counter, asking questions about the medicines.
I rested my chin on my hand and suddenly remembered a minor accident I had three years ago. I had smashed a row of guardrails and got a swollen forehead.
Jared didn't come; he sent his assistant. On a cold, windy street, I stood in a thin coat for over an hour. The assistant bought me a hot coffee and took me home.
Jared never called. Nathan came back with the medicine and opened the back door. A cool early summer breeze came in. He smelled like Dylan Blue cologne.
"Come closer. Let me see," Nathan said, frowning.
I didn't lean in but held out my hand. "Just give me the medicine. I can put it on myself."
"Let me disinfect it first," Nathan said. "You got a little scrape." I softly said okay and moved a little closer.
Nathan dipped a cotton swab in disinfectant. When he tried to touch the wound, I flinched. Then he said gently, "Don't be afraid. It won't hurt."
I looked up at him. He was looking at my wound. When our eyes met, he looked a little embarrassed. "Don't be sad. Whatever happens, just fix it. It's not the end of the world, and life goes on," Nathan said kindly.
"I'm not sad," I said, looking down and smiling. "Really."
Nathan thought I was fooling myself, pretending to be okay. Everyone knew I loved Jared. It seemed I was singing a farewell song to hold on to my dignity before love broke me.
"Alright, stop overthinking. Don't put men on a pedestal. No matter how strong or talented a man is, he has his plans. If you're not part of his world, don't be upset," Nathan said. It was clear he believed I was about to divorce.
"Thank you. I'll remember that," I smiled at him. He finished applying the medicine and asked where I planned to go next.
"To the dealership. I need to get my car fixed today," I said, tired.
"Your headlight's smashed. They won't fix it in half a day," Nathan said. He thought I was rushing because I was scared Jared would blame me. He felt even more sorry for me.
I looked at him. Nathan said nothing and drove me to the dealership entrance. His driver quickly came over and handed me the car keys.
I thanked him. Suddenly, Nathan's phone rang. After he finished, he said to me, "Jared didn't take Tracy to the OB-GYN. They registered in internal medicine. Tracy has a cold."
I was shocked. I thought, 'Isn't it supposed to be morning sickness?'