Cold Treatment

Chad sighed as he watched Natalie turn her back from him; he put down the plates he was holding and looked at his phone as soon as he felt its vibration. He rolls his eyes and puts it back in his pocket once he sees the messages he received and then looks up to the stairs where Natalie is heading. Chad can’t blame Natalie as he knows she is mad at him because she waited for him for about three hours last night.

Chad was about to follow Natalie to her room when his phone rang, so he got it from his pocket and answered the call.

“What do you want?” He asked while his head was frowning. He sighed, massaged his forehead, and then went outside the house.

“Stop bugging me. I told you already to stop.” He said, looking back at the mansion’s front door before turning his back. While Natalie was in her room, she frowned as soon as she saw Chad talking on his phone from the outside. She just sighed and continued what she was doing.

After a minute of preparation, Natalie went down from the front