Chapter 175 Horatio Shields Her

Natalie didn't even have time to react. Before she could move, the red liquid was already flying straight toward her expensive dress. If it spilled on her, it wouldn't just be embarrassing. It would turn her into a laughingstock in front of the entire room full of prominent figures! In a split second, Horatio's arm shot out, pulling Natalie against him as he pivoted. His back took the brunt of the liquid. As the red wine splashed onto his suit jacket, a dark stain quickly spread across the fine fabric. The ballroom fell silent instantly, and every pair of eyes turned toward them. Then came a chorus of gasps and murmurs. "Are you alright?" Horatio immediately looked down at Natalie, his voice full of concern. Natalie, still shaken, inclined her head. "I'm fine, but your suit—" Horatio cut her off, "This is nothing." His gaze turned cold and sharp as it landed on the trembling waiter. The waiter's face went pale as he stammered, "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Hurrell! I didn't mean to! The flo