The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 1187

Natalie's distress brought tears to her eyes.

She was already looking for Samuel to the best of her ability, but she simply could not find him.

Transparent tears escaped her eyes.

For the past month and a little more, she had been kept by Bastien like a bird in a gilded cage, taken care of by the best people and fed with the best food. Yet, life was like hell.

Natalie dearly missed Samuel.

She missed the way he used to gaze at her, and she missed his hugs. She missed everything about him.

If not for the long separation, Natalie would have never known that she was that emotional and that fearful of separating from Samuel.

“Where are you? W-Why can't I find you?”

A guest was running around like a headless chicken in the chaos. Natalie was preoccupied with looking for Samuel, so she never saw the guest about to collide with her.

Right at that moment, a powerful hand grabbed her wrist.

“Who are you—”

The days of imprisonment had made Natalie a bundle of nerves. The moment the hand touched her, she tensed up.

Before she could push the person away, she fell against a man's broad chest.

“Nat.”

The voice burrowed itself into her heart.

Natalie's lashes trembled, and she froze in her spot. She did not know what to do next.

Samuel was unfazed by Natalie's frozen state, however. He slowly pulled her closer and closer to him as he tightened his grip around her. It was as if he was trying to meld her into his body and never let go.

“Nat.”

Samuel's deep-set eyes turned moist as tears rushed out of them.

This was his precious, and he had finally found her.

I-I've really found her!

Natalie hiccupped. The tears she had been holding back for a long time surged out of her eyes like water from a broken dam.

She choked out, “H-How did you recognize me? I... I still have the hyper-realistic mask on my face...” NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

This had been Bastien's meticulous plan. He was not going to let anyone have the chance to recognize her. Not only did he make the real Lunetta become her scapegoat, but he even hired someone to make a hyper-realistic mask that was far more realistic than the one she used to have.

Even Natalie sometimes would be in a daze as she stared in the mirror. Although her eyes still seemed like hers, the other features made her look like a completely different person.

So how did Samuel recognize me in the smoke?

“I told you that I'll recognize you regardless of everything.”

“You...”

“I used to be able to recognize you, and I still can.” Samuel closed his eyes and sensed Natalie's heartbeat. With a chuckle, he said, “So what if Yara looks the same as you? I've never gotten the two of you wrong before, so how can this be a challenge to me?”

“Samuel—” Natalie was bawling her eyes out, but she still praised, “You're so smart!”

“Mhm,” Samuel answered without a hint of humbleness, but he made no move to let Natalie go.

“Samuel, when did you find out that I was still alive?”

“When I was identifying the body,” Samuel replied. “The woman had the same face as you, and because she had been in the morgue for a long time, it was hard to see the difference. I nearly believed that you were dead. It was when I changed her clothes that I realized the body could not be yours.”

“Why?” Natalie blurted out.

“The scars weren't right.”

“Huh?”

Samuel pulled Natalie away from him. As he cupped her face, he sincerely said to her, “Even though the person had been meticulous to the point they replicated various kinds of old scars and new wounds, there's no one else in this world who's more familiar than me with those scars on your body.”