Chapter 1138
Cynthia was too welcoming. Natalie couldn't reject her invitation and sat down beside her.
Noticing that Natalie seemed uncomfortable, Cynthia changed the topic to ease her discomfort. âThe
pastries here are made by a pastry chef who used to work at Luna Palace and now has her own shop.
You bought a lot, I see. Do you like them?â
âYes, I quite like them.â Natalie nodded.
âIf you do, I can ask her to make some that aren't for sale for you to try.â
Natalie did not know Cynthia would be this nice. She was pleasantly flattered.
âLady Cynthia, you don't have to do that. I don't want to trouble you.â
âOh, it's nothing much.â Cynthia chuckled. âI like you, so it isn't troublesome at all.â
Like?
Natalie said nothing, but she wasn't sure if Cynthia was telling the truth or not.
I only met her briefly once at the royal dinner where I rejected Bastien in public. That was humiliating to
the royal family, so it seemed strange for her to like me. Perhaps she isn't Bastien's birth mother, so
she was inwardly pleased to see me upset Bastien and Lady Frieda, and that is why she likes me.
Noting the frown on Natalie's face, Cynthia quickly added, âNatalie, you don't have to put your guard
up. As you might've guessed, the three of us act all harmonious in front of His Majesty, but we're
actually not on good terms in private. It's normal for Frieda to hate you after you rejected marrying her
son before His Majesty. We're on good terms, so...â
Natalie glanced at Cynthia. Wow, I can't believe she's this straightforward.
âBesides, I like you because you resemble an old friend of mine,â Cynthia went on without waiting for
her to reply. âI last met this friend over twenty years ago, but you remind me of her. I can't help but think
of you as her.â
âShe resembles me?â Natalie asked in surprise.
âYes, she does,â Cynthia said thoughtfully. âTo be honest, I keep thinking of you as the daughter of that
friend. Otherwise, how could you resemble her that much?â
Natalie felt her heart leap to her throat.
A friend? Could she be talking about my mother Jennie?
Natalie had seen Jennie's photo when the latter was young. She looked like the younger version of her
mother. Even Patricia would often stare at her face after her mother's death. Natalie knew Patricia was
missing her mother instead of just spacing out.
Despite her shock, she pretended to be curious and asked, âLady Cynthia, how did you lose contact
with this friend? Over twenty years is a long time. Haven't you tried finding her?â
Cynthia was stunned.
She hadn't expected Natalie to sound her out instead. Hmm, she seems curious as though she wants
to know about the woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to her.
Seeing that Cynthia seemed lost in her thoughts, Natalie called out, âLady Cynthia?â
âHmm?â Cynthia snapped out of her reverie upon hearing Natalie's voice.
âDid I ask something that I shouldn't have?â Natalie put on a remorseful expression.
âNo, of course not.â Cynthia sipped on her coffee to cover her awkwardness. Flashing a gentle smile,
she revealed, âMy friend was a gorgeous lady. Alas, she didn't get to live long and died in a fire over
twenty years ago.â
As she spoke, she raised her hand and placed it on Natalie's head naturally.
She stroked Natalie's head a few times like an elder who was concerned for her junior.
âIt will be great if you're my friend's daughter,â Cynthia remarked as she secretly pulled off two strands
of Natalie's hair.