Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 199

Upon hearing that, I immediately headed downstairs. I had just exited the building when Natasha rushed over and linked her arm with mine.

"What took you so long?" Natasha asked, her lips forming into a pout.

I smiled and said apologetically, "I was caught up with something. I was just about to head down when you called me, though."

Natasha, with a flourish of self-entitlement, proclaimed, "I don't care! You'll have to prepare an elaborate dinner tonight to make up for this!"

I nodded helplessly and said, "You can rest assured that I'll make all your favorites."

I had been caught up with work recently, which resulted in me postponing Natasha's invitations several times.

I had promised to take Natasha out for dinner a couple of days ago, but it was put on hold because Eric got injured. I felt bad about it, so after consulting with Eric, I extended an invitation to Natasha for a meal at our place, where I would personally cook for her to make amends.

I came home to find Eric seated comfortably on the couch, reading a book.

Natasha accompanied me into the kitchen after exchanging a quick greeting with Eric.

She then whispered with a mischievous grin, "Is it just me, or does Eric look even more dashing in his home clothes than in his suit?"

Having solely witnessed Eric in suits at formal gatherings, it was Natasha's first time seeing him in a private setting.

I turned to look at Eric, who was seated on the couch and attentively reading his book.

It seemed like Eric had sensed my gaze as he suddenly looked up from his book, causing our eyes to meet across the room.

I hurriedly averted my gaze and muttered, "I guess he's alright. I've gotten used to it now."

It wasn't until Natasha sat down in the chair at the dining table that she finally stopped talking.

I was still worried about Eric's shoulder injury, so I took a seat beside him and assisted him with his meal.

I had given Natasha a heads-up beforehand, yet she still looked shocked by the scene before her. There was a mix of surprise and curiosity in her eyes, though.

It was right after we were done eating that Natasha suddenly dragged me into the room and demanded, "Come on, spill it! What's going on between you and Eric? I can't figure you two out anymore!"

I looked utterly confused as I asked, "What are you talking about?"

Natasha clicked her tongue in disapproval, looking exasperated. She then exclaimed, "You guys are way too intimate! How can you still call it a fake marriage? I mean, who in the world would behave so intimately in a fake marriage?"