She thought it was Curt's fault. He made a mistake when he betrayed his wife when he had a son with his mistress. That was where things went wrong.

Curt was utterly frustrated. "Listen to yourself. How can I trust you to leave the enterprise to you?" Is it my fault? Curt thought to himself. He just wanted Matt to get what he deserved. In fact, deep down, he cared about Spencer more because he knew that he was responsible.

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"Have you listened to yourself?" Spencer replied impatiently, and he obviously doesn't want to talk to him, "Do you have anything better to say? If not, I will hang up."

Curt was suffering from a sudden headache. He rubbed his temples disappointedly. "Go back to the mansion tomorrow. I will see you there."

"I don't want to." Spencer refused without hesitation. Curt had never fulfilled his responsibility as a father, and now how could he expect respect from his son?

All these years, Curt had always got what he wanted. Everyone listened to him, obeyed him, worked for him. His order was on the priority; however, Spencer was an exception. It was as if Spencer was sent to his life to challenge him. They couldn't get along with each other.

"Spencer! You can't..." Before he could finish, Spencer hung up. Furious, Curt smashed the phone onto the chair. "Damn it! How could he do that to me?"

Seeing that Spencer was upset, Nathalia said gently, "My handsome Mr. Davidson, come over here." She beckoned him to come closer and pecked a kiss on his forehead. "You feeling better now?" She smiled.

"Thanks, babe." Spencer returned with a smile, though he was still upset. "You know, sometimes I wish I could beat him up to wake him up."

The waiter came back to their table to hear Spencer curse and froze, scared to utter a word. Nathalia noticed and assured him with a smile. "Can we order, please?" He took their order swiftly and hurried away.

"Still, he's your dad," Nathalia said gently. Compared to Frank Carter, Curt Davidson wasn't such a bad person after all. At least he didn't kill his wife. Nathalia thought.

"That's why it upsets me." If it was someone else, I would have beat him up. I would not put up with them.

Nathalia patted his head gently and passed him some food. Seeing the gentle and loving face, Spencer couldn't help giving her cheeks a little squeeze. "Aren't you lovely?" he smiled.

Just then, three tall and handsome men walked into the café. Everyone gazed, amazed, except Spencer and Nathalia, who were enjoying their food quietly, oblivious to the commotion.

The three men glanced around, spotted Nathalia and Spencer, and their faces lit up. As they walked towards the table, Spencer's bodyguards jumped out to stop them.

"Spencer," Steve called out.

Spencer looked up, saw his three friends, and waved to the bodyguards. The bodyguards stepped back.

Patrick looked Nathalia up and down. Spencer noticed and complained, "Hey, Patrick. Behave yourself."

Nathalia giggled. And Patrick realized then he had been gazing at Nathalia.

Spencer put a spoonful of ratatouille into Nathalia's mouth affectionately, oblivious to the three spectators.

They had come to see Spencer on hearing the news. They didn't think it could be true at first, but when they saw the photos and various news stations broadcasting the same news, they were shocked. And now, as they came in to see how close and intimate the couple was acting, their doubts had pretty much all vanished.

James finally asked the question in everyone's mind, "Spencer, it's real, isn't it? You two are married?"

Spencer nodded, his eyes still on Nathalia, "We are."

It's true! Their jaws dropped. "My god! You are married! Who would have thought you would be the first one amongst us?!" Patrick exclaimed.

Having a girlfriend or girlfriends was alright, but getting married was a completely different matter. It was serious. None of the three would dare to decide on their own whom to marry as it was a family matter, and even if they could, they would not choose to get married so soon.

However, Spencer, the most of a pleasure-seeker amongst them who cared, or used to care about women the least, chose to marry so soon and happily.

Spencer replied rather cheekily, "I will probably be the first father too." He had started picturing having kids with Nathalia. They will be the most adorable kids.

"Father?! I see. It's because Nathalia got pregnant and she asked you to marry her, isn't it?! I knew it. Wow, Nathalia, you are smart..." James assumed.

Nathalia listened and rolled her eyes at James. Isn't that an insult? Huh.

Spencer looked displeased, "Nonsense. It was me that 'forced' her to marry me. Nathalia's not pregnant yet. Anyway, have you got a wedding present? We don't accept anything cheap." He winked at Nathalia as he finished, which brought a smile to Nathalia's face.

"Huh?" Patrick sat himself down by the neighboring table, realizing that Spencer and Nathalia were not inviting them to sit with them.

Steve had been quiet. Slowly, he patted Spencer on his shoulder and said, "Spencer, Nathalia, congratulations. I..." He said sincerely, yet somehow he found it difficult to express himself fully.

Spencer looked at him gratefully, then grinned and said, "Thank you. So have you got us a present?"

Steve giggled, and Patrick followed. "Hahaha, you two are made for each other. You are talking just like your wife, Spencer. Alright, what do you want? Oh, wait, I have to remind you, Nathalia, I'm not as rich as your husband."

Huh. Nathalia rolled her eyes at him and said, "Well, I thought a jet plane would be a very nice present, but now that you admit that you can't spend much, I guess a yacht will do."

Patrick stared at Nathalia in astonishment. Is she serious? Shit, I've forgotten what she's like. She never lets others take advantage of her.

Everyone else remained silent, trying not to get involved. Poor Patrick, he's forgotten not to irritate Nathalia. Ha.