Chapter 225: Our Home
"What are you doing here?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with shock and disbelief. Was this supposed to be the worst day of her life after seeing good days for so long?
Victor stood at the doorway, his eyes fixed on Natalie. Ignoring the presence of the others in the room, he strode straight to her.
"Where have you been? I couldn’t get in touch with you, and nobody seemed to know where you were. Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?" he said, his voice filled with concern.
Before Natalie could respond, a strong arm wrapped firmly around her shoulders, pulling her against a broad, solid chest.
Victor’s eyes shifted to the man now holding Natalie—Justin. The cold, menacing look Justin gave him made it clear he was barely holding himself back.
Natalie winced internally, feeling the pounding of an oncoming headache. She had just managed to calm Justin down about Vincent, and now Victor’s sudden appearance had thrown her into an even worse mess.
How did he even know where I live? And how does he know my door’s password?
"Oh, so my sweetheart is running a harem here," Vincent’s mocking voice sliced through the tension. "All this time, I was wondering why she doesn’t miss me and even blocked my number. So you have been entertaining men here, huh?"
Victor’s gaze moved to Vincent, then back to Justin, confusion etched across his face. One of these men was supposed to be Natalie’s husband—but which one?