Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband
Chapter 1439: They Seem Quite Well-Matched

Chapter 1439: Chapter 1439: They Seem Quite Well-Matched

Does she like His Brother?

Isaac Stuart dared not think further, and he feared that outcome.

If Belinda Howard liked Big Brother, what should he do?

"Isn’t that My Brother and Nathalie Juan? They look quite well-matched when you see them like this," he said unintentionally, wanting to observe the subtle changes on her face.

Belinda Howard lifted her head, and upon hearing his words, her expression visibly darkened.

She lowered her head, pulling a strained smile, "Is that so..."

Looking at them, she also felt they were quite compatible, but why did her heart feel so uncomfortable?

Noticing the gloom on her face, Isaac Stuart’s mood also changed with hers, a heavy feeling within his heart, quite bitter.

"Fenton Stuart, I didn’t expect you to be such a haughty tsundere!" In the Center of Dance Floor, Nathalie Juan lifted her head, gazing at the dashing man before her. Ever since she entered Saintoro Academy, she had fallen for him at first sight, but at that time, she was too proud and haughty to humble herself to confess her feelings.

She deliberately appeared before him, but it seemed each time she was ignored by him, and finally, unable to endure his indifference, she confessed her feelings to him yesterday.

For 18 years, this was her very first confession.

Since the Dancing began, Fenton Stuart’s expression had remained indifferent, with not even a hint of a smile visible on that Handsome Face.

However, she liked that cool, aloof aura of his, which deeply attracted her.

Fenton Stuart raised his Eyes, glancing at Nathalie Juan before him. His flawless Handsome Face was typically indifferent, "What do you mean?"

Nathalie Juan smiled, "Isn’t it that you did not want to dance with me? Why then did you suddenly change your mind just now?"

Nathalie Juan thought she was simply too beautiful, believing no man could resist her charm!

And naturally, Fenton Stuart was no exception.

Hearing this, Fenton Stuart couldn’t help but lift his Eyes, and at this time, his line of sight was directly in front of Belinda Howard, but within two seconds, both of their gazes had diverged.

"If you don’t want to dance with me, then let’s stop here," he coldly replied, ready to release Nathalie Juan’s waist.

Seeing this, Nathalie Juan quickly reacted, "Who said I didn’t want to dance with you!? Who stops dancing halfway through? Let’s continue!"

Her words had just fallen, but her gaze inadvertently drifted to one side, to Belinda Howard dancing with Isaac Stuart, and that reminded her of what Fenton Stuart had told her when she confessed Yesterday afternoon.

She turned her gaze, looking at Fenton Stuart’s calm Handsome Face.

If he truly liked that Little Girl, he wouldn’t have failed to invite her to dance Tonight, would he?

The clever and quick-witted Nathalie Juan felt in an instant that perhaps Yesterday afternoon, he had used that girl as a shield to reject her purposely.

This wouldn’t be strange, knowing that within the entire Saintoro Educational Park, how many female students chased these Brothers, but only to be ruthlessly rejected by them; to win Fenton Stuart’s affections, naturally, it would take some effort.

However, Nathalie Juan could not be compared with those other girls. Her Father was the Mayor of E City, and her Status was naturally different!

Thinking about this, Nathalie Juan was filled with confidence, believing that one day, she would definitely win Fenton Stuart over!

"Fenton Stuart, you don’t have a girlfriend, do you?" She lifted her head, as if she had already seen through yesterday’s lie.

Fenton Stuart paused, his Eyelid drooping slightly, looking at Nathalie Juan, "What exactly do you want to say?"

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