Chapter 1154 Keep Dreaming
Chills traveled down Natalie’s spine as she met Bastien’s gaze filled with infatuation and obsession. She thought she had grasped Bastien’s thoughts, but he was more deranged than she imagined. “You…”
A look of utter disbelief flashed across her eyes. Having grown accustomed to her astonished reaction, Bastien, unfazed, spoke. “Natalie, you don’t need to undergo plastic surgery.
All you have to do is wear the hyper-realistic mask you put on when we first met, and no one will know about your real identity. I know you may feel slightly aggrieved for needing to do this, but don’t worry because you don’t have to wear the mask when we are alone.”
At that point, Natalie responded. She shifted her cold gaze onto him. “You want me to live the rest of my life wearing the hyper-realistic mask?”
“No, not a lifetime.” He slowly moved his fingers from her chin to her cheeks and caressed her face. “As time pass, when no one remembers the name ‘Natalie Nichols’ anymore, the mask will lose its significance too.”
Natalie didn’t find his elaboration affectionate. Instead, the emotions that filled her chest were terror and disgust.
“Bastien, you knew from the beginning the collaboration with the Leitz family aimed to set me up. Or perhaps I should say that you permitted the scheme to be executed. You allowed me to be framed, captured, and suffer these torturous punishments!”
Even the death penalty was his ultimate move for me to adopt a new identity. Bastien was clearly in the know of everything. He could’ve stopped the events that ensued from the very beginning, yet he chose to stand idly by and watch the plot transpire. Helma thinks she orchestrated this ploy. However, she doesn’t realize Bastien has secretly manipulated and propelled this conspiracy.
At that thought, Natalie grew agitated to the extent of starting to cough violently. Cough! Cough! Cough! Her coughing was so terrible that she felt as if her lungs were about to be expelled too.
Bastien gently patted her back and partially held her frail body in his arms. He sniffed the faint and fresh herbal scent on her and said, “Natalie, quit resisting me. Join me and become my wife.”
Having her movements restricted by the handcuffs, Natalie couldn’t push him away, but she still put up a struggle by twisting her body.
“Bastien, you’re too scary! You say you love me, but you’ve never considered my feelings.” Natalie gnashed her teeth. “I can’t give you what you want, so keep dreaming!”
She had thought Bastien and her shared the same path in life, but little did she expect their journey to have gradually branched off in different directions.
Bastien repeatedly treated Natalie with gentleness and patience. Unfortunately, she refused to reciprocate his sentiment. As a result, he turned aggressive and grimaced. “Natalie, who are you to negotiate conditions with me? You can’t even save yourself now, so you don’t have the right to reject me!”
“What are you going to do, Bastien?”
He uttered emotionlessly, “From now on, you can focus on recuperating. I’ll grant you a new identity and hyper-realistic mask after you recover. Then, I’ll declare you as my wife to all members of the royalty and organize a grand wedding for you.”
This is outrageous and ridiculous! “You cannot do that!” She mustered all her strength and screamed at him.
“Save your energy.” He slowly got to his feet from her bedside in his usual graceful demeanor. “I think the news about your death in the prison should’ve spread to the public by now, and Samuel should already receive this information too.”
“He will never believe that I’m dead.”
“What if I made the preparations in advance and let a woman undergo plastic surgery to make her look exactly like you?” Bastien lowered her head and grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ve put together all the necessary and corresponding information too. Trust me when I say this. Samuel won’t doubt your death when he sees your corpse.”
