My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437 

 

However, Jeremy still read her text. 

When he saw the pictures, a cruel glint flashed across his eyes. 

Natalie seemed to enjoy working with Austin, and they seemed to have several common topics. Jeremy’s 

face fell. 

Annabelle texted, “Mr. Hughes, I went to a set at the university just now to meet an actor I liked. Why has 

Natalie become Austin’s assistant? I’ve liked him for many years.” 

Jeffery did not respond to her. He turned his phone off. 

Annabelle waited for his response, but none came. 

She refused to give up and waited for half an hour more. Yet, he still didn’t text her back. How cruel! He’d refused to reply to her texts no matter what she said for the past few days. How could someone be so 

merciless the second they got out of bed? 

Nearly no one could accomplish such a feat, could they? 

In addition, he’d done so for Natalie, who was inferior to her in every way. 

Annabelle inhaled deeply. 

Did he want her to disappear from his life entirely? 

Well, that was impossible. 

When Natalie returned home from work, she saw Jeremy. 

Jeremy had come home early the past few days, and Natalie struggled to get used to it. 

“You…” 

Jeremy smirked and asked, “What? I’ve been coming home every night recently. Is it hard to get accustomed to?” 

He felt somewhat nervous for a moment. Although he’d calmed down, if Natalie were to find out about 

his past actions… 

Natalie nodded dumbly and said “Right. In the past few months, I’ve been accustomed to your frequent business trips and only seeing you once or twice a month. Yet, you’ve been coming home nightly for the past few days. We’ve seen each other more in the past week than the last two months combined.” 

She wasn’t used to this! 

you 

“It’s my fault,” said Jeremy with a smile. 

Natalie immediately nodded and said, “Of course it’s your fault. You have no idea how hard these two 

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months have been for me. I’ve been bored to death, you know? Hey? Why do I smell my mom’s clam 

chowder?” 

She knew this smell too well. No one could reproduce her mom’s recipe. She was so sensitive to it that she could discern whether her mother cooked it by smell. 

She had barely finished her question when her mom walked out of the kitchen with a pot of clam 

chowder. 

Natalie’s eyes widened as she asked, “Mom, why are you here?” 

Larissa Zimmer rolled her eyes and shot back, “I’ve barely seen you in the past few months. I miss you. 

What, am I unwelcome?” 

Her daughter was a source of endless worry for her. Fortunately, Larissa had a great son–in–law.