Chapter 124: Threads of Affection, Seemingly There and Not (4)_1
In a hotel in the center of the Maldives, within a certain room.
"Nicholas... I love you..."
Nicholas Coldwell’s lips were tightly pursed. A cold shadow flickered across his tense, handsome face, but it was fleeting. Diana Powell didn’t catch that flicker of coldness at all. Nicholas lay down beside her and pulled the blanket over them both.
After ten minutes, Diana was fast asleep.
Only then did he sit up, put on his robe, and walk out to the balcony to gaze at the night view.
His and Diana’s honeymoon journey had begun in Hawaii, with the second stop in Paris, France, and the third being the Maldives. Today, they had just flown from Paris to the Maldives. He didn’t know that Julia Bluen, the woman he couldn’t forget, had just departed from the Maldives for Paris; their planes had practically brushed past each other.
The beauty of the Maldives was somewhat intoxicating, yet a sting remained—Julia Bluen’s words, her claim that she had gotten married.
How could it be? He didn’t believe it. He figured Julia must be lying to him. After three years of being in love, he understood her to some extent. She definitely still had feelings for him; saying she was married was just her way of deliberately provoking him.
Nicholas Coldwell murmured her name inwardly, Julia, a trace of pain sweeping across his handsome face. I still love you.
As for Diana, he was merely using her. He planned to use her to secure his position in the company and truly integrate into Upper Class Society. Then there was the Cosmos Group. Diana was an only child, so the Cosmos Group would eventually be hers. Marrying Diana was tantamount to acquiring Cosmos. Given her infatuation with him, tricking her out of her Cosmos shares would be child’s play.