Chapter 62 "Do You Like Me?"

Day Five…

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Nathan's eyes gleamed sharply, his face turning red from holding his anger. He balled his hands into fists while gritting his teeth.

He had never imagined that Chef Min would do this kind of scheme. He understood that Chef Min was loyal to Monica. But it was not right to frame Abigail just because he didn't like her.

"Why did you lie? The last time we asked you, you denied it, supporting Chef Min's claim. What made you change your statement?" Nathan questioned the assistant cook with a dark expression on his face.

The assistant cook got frightened. She stepped back, anchoring her hand on Abigail's arm. Then she hid half of her body using Abigail's figure.

She was scared of Nathan. Her body was trembling and her palms were sweating profusely. She looked down as she didn't have the courage to meet Nathan's sharp eyes.

"Answer me," Nathan ordered her with his authoritative voice.

"I-I'm sorry, M-Master… It's just that–"

"Did she threaten you?" Nathan mumbled, cutting her off. His gaze shifted from the assistant cook to Abigail.

Abigail cocked her eyebrow when she heard that accusation. Well, she couldn't blame him. After all, he would still favor the person who had been serving him for a long time, rather than a complete stranger whom he had just met recently.

Pouting her lips, Abigail put her hands on the sides of her waist. "You will never believe me, will you?"

Nathan just stared at her for a long moment. He didn't say a word. With his penetrating gaze, Abigail suddenly felt conscious. She wondered why he became silent, just watching her.

"Fine. I threatened her to tell the truth. But I guess, no matter what evidence I would gather, you would choose to ignore me and believe others, rather than my words." Abigail looked very upset.

She was about to turn around when Nathan took a large stride toward her, grabbing her elbow to stop her.

"I will deal with him… tomorrow," Nathan said in his neutral tone.

Abigail was caught off guard by Nathan's last remarks. Did she hear it right? Nathan would deal with Chef Min?

'Does it mean… he believes me already.' Abigail turned around, gazing at him. She couldn't read his expression at all.

"Now leave," Nathan mumbled, referring to the assistant cook who was still cowering in fear behind Abigail.

The assistant cook quickly retreated, approaching the door in a hurry. Abigail darted her gaze back and forth between the door and Nathan. She wondered if she should also leave or stay.

"You can let go of me now. How can I leave if you are still holding my arm?" Abigail said, trying to remove Nathan's fingers that were gripping her elbow.

"You can't leave. We still need to talk." Nathan tightened his grip on her arm, not letting go of her. He was showing her his dominance, his scrutinizing blue eyes fixed on hers.

Abigail blinked in amusement. She had a bad feeling about this. Would Nathan confront her about something?

She had the urge to turn around and escape. She sensed some danger when Nathan moved closer to her. Their bodies were almost touching.

She had to step back to make a distance between them. And Nathan finally let go of her arm. However, he remained standing close to her, his eyes not leaving hers.

"W-What, Cough!" her voice croaked so she cleared her throat. "I mean, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Nathan took another step, approaching her. This action made Abigail move back once more. But Nathan repeated his action.

'Damn! Can't he just stay away from me? We can even talk within two meters distance between us!' Abigail lamented to herself.

Abigail raised her hands, pressing them against his chest. However, when Nathan took another step, she was pushed back. She tripped on her ankle, losing her balance.

She was about to fall backward but Nathan moved quickly, catching her back using his left arm.

Pulling her up, Abigail bounced back, her face hitting his hard chest. She ended up being trapped in Nathan's arms. She could smell his cologne, making her mind hazy.

'Damn!' She cussed under her breath as she tried to steady her footing.

Unknown to her, Nathan was trying to test her. He wanted to confirm with his own eyes whether Abigail had a crush on him or none. Was Aiden telling the truth or not?

He frowned when he felt her heartbeat. It began to run wild inside her chest. It was so loud even in Abigail's ears.

Not yet satisfied with the reaction of Abigail's heart, Nathan put his free arm at the back of her waist, holding her in place. He leaned closer to her ear until she could already feel his breath fanning her skin.

'Crap! He is too close to me!' Abigail could no longer control her heartbeat. Nathan smelled so good. His masculine scent was affecting her senses. His body also felt so warm.

"Do you like me?" Nathan asked her in his low but husky voice.

Abigail's body stiffened the moment she heard those words from Nathan. 'What the hell is he talking about? Why is he asking me this?'

Abigail: "..."

She tried to push him but Nathan grabbed her tightly. He wouldn't let her escape until she gave him her answer.

"W-Where did you get that idea?" she asked him in disbelief. She was contemplating whether to deny it or not. Though she was here to capture Nathan's heart, she didn't like the idea that she would have real feelings for him.

She reminded herself that she was only doing this for the sake of her mission… for her soul to return to her original body… for the sake of her revenge.

In fact, she hated Nathan Sparks, the devil who took everything away from her. There was no way she would like him. That's what she thought.

"Just answer me… It's easy to say yes or no," Nathan insisted, his hand gently squeezing her body.

"Y-Yes…" Abigail answered him reluctantly, dropping her phone as it slipped from her hand when she got nervous.

Thud!