Chapter 88 You Just Ain't My Type

• For a second, Mercedes thought she heard him wrongly. "Excuse me?"
• "Don't play games, Mercedes or whatever that name is." He paused and frowned, "did you run out of names? Mercedes is a car and it confuses me every time," he pestered her but Mercedes wasn't amused. She was named after her godmother Mercedes who took care of her as a child. She died six years ago and right now, Nathan made her miss the former deeply.
• "I'm comfortable with Miss Winters. I never disproved," she turned cold. Nathan noticed it and didn't continue to taunt her anymore. Everyone had personal battles.