Chapter 805
On Saturday morning, since Natalie had the day off from filming, she went back to her apartment in the city.
When she unlocked the door, she found the place completely empty.
Figuring Marico had probably taken Kristin out to play, she didn't bother calling to check. Seeing the apartment in a state of chaos, she dropped her bag and started cleaning up.
The two of them had originally discussed hiring a housekeeper, but given Natalie's celebrity status and the fact that their marriage was completely fake, they were too worried a maid might snoop and sell their secrets to the tabloids. So, they decided against it.
That meant Marico was stuck taking care of Kristin, cooking the meals, and doing all the chores. For a former trust-fund playboy, the fact that he hadn't turned the place into a literal pigsty was honestly a massive improvement.
As Natalie was tidying up, the doorbell suddenly rang.
It clearly wasn't Marico and Kristin. Who could it be?
Frowning in confusion, Natalie went to open the door. Before she could even see who was standing there, the person lunged at her for a hug. Natalie instinctively stumbled backward, and the visitor, realizing they were about to embrace the wrong person, slammed on the brakes.
"Still haven't changed your ways, I see. After everything that happened, you still have the guts to bring women home."
The person speaking was a woman with a choppy bob haircut. She was wearing a black micro-dress with a V-neck plunging all the way down to her stomach, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. Heavy, dramatic makeup, chunky jewelry, and six-inch heels completed the look. Her outfit could only be described as bizarrely exaggerated—a fashion statement completely beyond Natalie's comprehension. After tossing out that insult, the woman sauntered right into the apartment like she owned the place.
"Who are you looking for?" Natalie asked, her brow furrowing.
The woman shot Natalie a mocking look, then hollered toward the bedrooms, "Marico! Are you still in bed, you lazy bastard? Get your ass out here and say hello!"
Natalie's mouth twitched. Birds of a feather flock together; the people Marico hung out with were exactly his brand of trash.
"He's not home," Natalie said coolly.
"Not home?"
The woman sneered, then flopped down onto the sofa. "Then I'll just wait for him." "Or you could try calling him."
"Waiting is fine," the woman said, letting out a loud yawn. "Perfect time to catch up on some sleep."
With that, she actually started laying down on the couch.
"Excuse me, but I'm trying to clean, and this isn't a good time for guests. You can either call him or come back another day," Natálie said her tone dropping a few degrees.
Hearing this, the woman sat back up, looked Natalie up and down, and burst out laughing.
"Unless I'm hearing things, you just spoke to me like you're the lady of the house. God, that's hilarious. Did you honestly think sleeping with
Maricoa few gave you some
kind of status? You are incredibly naïve."
"Watch your mouth."
"Oh please, 'watch my mouth'? If you're hooking up with Marico, how innocent could you possibly be?" The woman pulled out a cigarette, lit it took a deep drag, and deliberately blew the smoke right in Natatie's face. "I wonder why he changed his tastes, though. Pure, innocent little flowers like you used to be his absolute least favorite. He always said he hated getting tied down."
Natalie coughed from the smoke, her face darkening with fury.
"I want you out of here right now!"
"Are you kicking me out?"
"That's exactly what I'm doing!" Natalie snapped.
The woman laughed again, but this time it wasn't mocking—she genuinely found it amusing.
"Do you even know what my relationship with Marico is? You're kicking me out? Just wait until he gets back. The only person he's going to throw out of this house is
you!"
"If you don't leave, I'm calling security."
"Are you deaf? I said Marico and I....."
Before the woman could finish her sentence, the front door clicked open, and Marico
walked in with Kristin on his back.