She looked at Nate with her lips pouted and brows knitted. Somehow Nate felt touched and guilty for the first time, and he said compromisingly, "I will get you another drink then."
Just then, a waiter walked past by with a tray of champagne. He took one and handed it to Nathalia, not knowing that Nathalia disliked alcohol. "Here." He said.
Nathalia opened her eyes wide and retorted directly, "But I don't want champagne!"
Matt had noticed that Nate could be a dangerous threat somehow. Despite the obvious fact that Nate was interested in Nathalia, he didn't think Nate was actually into her. What's his real intention? Matt wondered.
"Please excuse us, Mr. Nate Morgan. You can have a drink. Nathalia and I will go and get another one."
Nate narrowed his eyes and looked at Matt thoughtfully. "You seem very protective of Mrs. Nathalia Davidson. Perhaps, overprotective, I would say."
