Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 2182

[Troy: Mr. Nicholls, what should I do now? Should I keep following them, or do you need me to return to the ward?]

There was no response from Nathaniel's end.

Troy did not believe Nathaniel had not seen his messages and the secretly taken photo.

Instead, he was worried that Nathaniel would be so angry that he threw his phone across the room, breaking it.

…

11.55 a.m.

Mavis was shopping at the market near the apartment with Dylan Olsen, completely at ease.

Unlike her previous outings with Evan, in which she was secretive, she did not hide when she was with Dylan.

After being cornered by reporters twice at the apartment building, the market vendors all recognized her.

Seeing her with a different man this time, curious glances followed them, and whispers filled the air.

Yet, Mavis was unaffected by them, focusing on buying groceries.

She bought plenty, planning to stock up for Dylan's upcoming stay.

Dylan also seemed relaxed, discussing the vegetables he preferred.

They were done with their shopping in twenty minutes.

With Dylan's suitcase and the various grocery bags, it was quite difficult for them to climb up the stairs.

As they reached the door, panting from the climb, they found an unexpected visitor waiting for them.

Nathaniel sat in a wheelchair, his left foot in a cast.

His cold gaze scanned the man beside Mavis, his expression as fierce as a predator on the hunt.

Mavis froze. "Why aren't you resting at the hospital? What are you doing here?"

Dylan's focus was different. "Dude, how did you get up these stairs? You're really… determined!"

He said this with an exaggerated expression, grinning widely.

Nathaniel looked at him with distaste, then turned to Mavis.

He asked in a strange tone, "His accent is pretty good, much better than Evan's. Did you teach him?"

Dylan's temper flared instantly. "Damn! What's wrong with you? Don't you know that blocking other people's way is rude?"

It was obvious from his handsome foreign features that Dylan was not a Froanian, yet his cursing and accent were flawless.

Nathaniel did not even glance at the shouting Dylan, and his presence was still as intimidating even though he was seated in a wheelchair.

His cold, piercing gaze remained fixed on Mavis as he smirked.

"Why won't you tell him about our relationship? Are you hiding it because you're afraid your little lover will get upset?"

Mavis remained silent.

Dylan looked back and forth between them. "What relationship?"

Nathaniel raised an eyebrow suggestively. "The kind where we've slept together."

Dylan instantly caught on and got angrier.

"Damn! So, you're the heartless bastard! Talk about perfect timing. I've been wanting to punch you for a long time!"

His tone was fierce as he raised his fist and charged at Nathaniel…