Natalia’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach. She retreated a few steps back unwittingly.
Gerald smirked at her pale face. He inched towards her, “Why are you so anxious? I am your ex-husband, and I am ready to marry you again.”
Natalia continued to retreat, her dreadful eyes fixed on him. Her back finally collided with the cabinet.
Gerald didn’t stop moving towards her. He put his left hand against the cupboard just above her head and came closer to her.
“We can relish the past… enjoy the night just like before,” he murmured, grazing his knuckles on her cheek, “My feelings for you are always the same, my love. Let's put our problems behind us. We should get together. Think about Jonathan. He needs…”
“Don’t dare take his name,” Natalia repelled him before he could say further. She despised, shooting him a death stare, “He doesn’t need a father like you.”