I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 102

The person behind her seemed to freeze for a second.

“My arm’s gone numb from you using it as a pillow. I just asked you to move a little. How is that perverted?”

Natalie turned her head and saw that his other arm was indeed tucked under her neck.

“…”

So that’s what he meant. Mortified, Natalie, who had been about to just shift her position, sat up completely.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, her voice laced with embarrassment.

Alexander rotated his painfully numb arm. He saw her head bowed, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

Realization dawned on him, and he chuckled. “What did you think I meant by ‘move a little’?”

Hearing the amusement in his voice, Natalie wished the ground would swallow her whole.

She buried her head even lower. “I didn't think anything.”

By now, the sun was fully up. Alexander sat up as well.

“It’s still early. It doesn’t take long to get to the cultural center from here, so you have time to sleep a bit more.”

He hadn't forgotten that the cultural center's artifact exhibition was today, Saturday.

His relatively good mood soured at the thought, especially when he recalled her words from the previous night about using the tickets Eugene Ramirez had given her.

Alexander’s smile vanished. After speaking, he went straight into the bathroom.

Natalie was still reeling from her earlier embarrassment and hadn't quite caught what he said, only hearing him tell her to go back to sleep.

But how could she possibly sleep now? Noticing she was only in a thin nightgown, she quickly got up to change.

When Alexander came out of the bathroom, he saw Natalie had just finished dressing in a light-colored pantsuit that covered her from neck to toe.

She really wasn’t wasting any time.

He thought back to how she never used to go out during her period, always spending two days resting at home, needing him to hold her to feel comfortable.

Were the tickets from Eugene really that special? So special that she would ignore her own health?

Alexander's eyes darkened. Without a word, he walked past her and out of the bedroom.

Alexander nonchalantly looked up as he pulled out a chair and sat down. “You’re not going to the artifact exhibition?” he asked casually.

“No, I'm not.”

Alexander’s brow relaxed. He lowered his gaze, slowly stirring the oatmeal in his bowl. “Those tickets are hard to come by. It would be a waste not to go, and it would be a shame to disappoint your uncle.”

He put special emphasis on the last sentence.

A dull ache started in Natalie’s abdomen again, and she didn’t notice the tone of his voice. She sat down and began to eat the warm oatmeal.

“I already gave the tickets to my assistant yesterday. She was interested in going, so they didn't go to waste. I don’t think Uncle will mind.”

She gave the tickets away yesterday? That meant she hadn't considered it that important after all.

As Natalie was eating, Alexander stood up. “Save some room, there’s more coming.”

The table was already laden with breakfast. More food?

Natalie looked at Charlotte, her first thought being that her grandmother had prepared some kind of special tonic for her.

But Charlotte looked just as puzzled.