His Tardiness, Her New Marriage Chapter 16

His Tardiness, Her New Marriage Chapter 16

The butler entered and spoke respectfully to Nathaniel.

“Sir, Mr. Harrington is still outside the hotel. He insists on seeing Madam.”

Nathaniel raised an eyebrow and looked at me. “Do you want to see him?”

I looked at the reflection of myself in the wedding gown in the glass, and shook my head.

“Everything that needed to be said has been said.”

Nathaniel nodded and instructed the butler, “Tell Mr. Harrington that my wife needs to rest and cannot see any visitors. Ask him to leave. If he insists on causing a disturbance…”

His tone remained unchanged. “Have the lawyers handle it.”

“Yes, sir.” The butler left to carry out his orders.

I knew that with the Ashford family’s power and Nathaniel’s methods, getting Blake and his people to leave, and even ensuring they couldn’t easily bother me for some time to come, would not be difficult.

That was one of the reasons I chose Nathaniel, and this marriage.

I needed an ally who was powerful enough.

And a legal arsenal sharp enough to cut away all the messy entanglements of my past.

I changed out of my wedding gown and into comfortable clothes, then got into the car Nathaniel had arranged.

The car pulled away from the hotel smoothly.

The Manhattan skyline blurred past the window. I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes.

There was no overwhelming sense of relief, nor was there any sadness.

Just a vast, empty calm, and a faint glimmer of anticipation for a new life.

I knew Blake wouldn’t give up easily.

But this time, I was no longer standing still, waiting for him.

I was married.

To someone else.

The car stopped in front of a townhouse on the Upper East Side, one of the Ashford family’s properties.

As I got out, Nathaniel said, “Let’s talk in the study.”

The study was large, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a quiet, private garden.

Nathaniel took two files from a drawer and pushed them into the lamplight.

His expression was neutral. “An addendum to the prenuptial agreement, and—”

He paused, looking up at me. “This morning, the Harrington Group officially issued a notice of funding withdrawal.”

I picked up the document.

The text on it was clear and cold.

“Effective immediately, all cooperation and capital injection for core projects with Langford Enterprises are terminated.”

This was interesting.