Nathaniel frowned. “Is that so? How would I remember what you’re allergic to? Rum is made from juniper berries, don’t you know that?”
Francis looked thunderous. “You did that on purpose. Nathaniel!”
Nathaniel had pranked him with juniper berries more than once in their youth, even slipping them into his food just to watch him swell up.
Once the symptoms kicked in, he would feel as if he was on fire. Even his breathing would become labored.
Christina became alarmed when Francis began wheezing. “Allergic reactions are no joke. I’m calling you an ambulance.”
She picked up her phone, and Francis grabbed her hand and shot her a murderous look. “Don’t call an ambulance. I can’t be on the news.”
In her anxiety, she had forgotten who Francis was and the kind of attention it would garner if he were hospitalized.
Nathaniel flung Francis hand aside impatiently. A cold look of disdain rose in his eyes. How dare he touch her in front of me?
Christina was not in the mood to be bothered by that. “I have no antihistamines here. What shall we do?”
We can’t let his reaction continue. He’s going to go into anaphylactic shock if it gets worse.
Nathaniel frowned and gazed at Francis as if the latter’s fate was in his hands.
The room became so quiet that even their breaths were deafening.
The doorbell sounded at that moment, causing Christina’s heart to leap to her throat. Curiously, she left to answer the door.
It was Francis’ manager. “Is Francis here?”
He had rushed over as soon as Nathaniel called him.
Christina nodded. “Yes, he’s inside. He had an allergic reaction.”
Turning pale at the news, he hurried forward to examine Francis, who was by then writhing in agony. “How’re you feeling. Francis? Let’s get out of here.”“
In no shape to and having no reason to stay. Francis allowed his manager to help him to his feet.
Christina walked them out. She felt sorry for Francis-as a friend would be-when she saw how much he was suffering.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut.
“You couldn’t seem to tear your eyes off him, huh?” Nathaniel asked in an icy tone.
His fury was palpable. In addition to that, his voice ringing with anger made Christina very
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She turned and headed back to the dining table. “Is it fun to be pulling such pranks?
He never cares about how anybody else is feeling. I’m wasting my breath.
Back then, she would at least fight back, but now she deemed hum a lost cause. To her, the endeavor was akin to expecting a lion to become a meek, docile kitten
“Are you feeling sorry for him?” Nathaniel was not quite done with Francis.
Christina rolled her eyes inwardly. He’ll twist and turn any explanation I provide. I’m better off not saying a
After putting away the dishes, she emerged to find Nathaniel still seated in his chair.
“You should be getting home,” Christina reminded him, trying to suppress her temper.
Nathaniel did not budge. “I can’t drive after drinking,” he replied breezily
Christina was so angry that her brows quivered. She had a vague suspicion that Nathaniel had planned it from the start as an excuse to remain at her place.
“Whatever. I’m going to bed.”
She turned and entered the master bedroom. When she tried to shut the door, she found it held fast by a powerful arm.
Before she could process what was happening, the figure who had blocked the door strode in. Turning around, Nathaniel locked the bedroom door,
With a gasp, Christina staggered backward, like a rabbit coming face to face with the lion that had invaded its burrow. An oppressive aura began to fill the room.
“This is my bedroom,” she announced pointedly.
Nathaniel tilted his head to the side. His strapping figure remained rooted in front of her. “I know,” he said. quickly.
Then why aren’t you leaving?
Christina realized that she was no match for him once he began acting like that
Thus, all she could was remain patient. “This is a three-bedroom place. The guest room is the one on the right. The bed has fresh sheets on.”
I couldn’t be any more explicit than this!
Nathaniel exhaled through his nose by way of answering. He undid his jacket and then his tie while tilting his neck sideways. His strong, sinewy hands, pure white shirt, and pitch-black belt were the epitomes of forbidden desire.
The light fell on his slender neck and illuminated its sharp angles. His masculine scent spread brazenly through the room like a gust of cold wind.
Christina flushed red in an instant. Averting her gaze, she said severely. “You can spend the night next door, or you can head back to Scenic Garden Manor. This is my room.”
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The atmosphere seemed to condense in the wake of her words.
Nathaniel undid his belt, then his shirt buttons. Then, turning toward Christina, he closed the distance between them with every stride.
Soon, he had drawn so close that she could feel his breath.
He did not appear to have heard a word of what Christina had said. Wrapping his slender arms around her waist, he scooped her up with the slightest exertion.
Placing her on the bed, he smothered her in his vast frame, rendering her meek and helpless as a lamb. “Did you not hear a word of what I said?”
Nathaniel lowered his chin and placed his lips beside her ear. “I’m exhausted. Go to sleep.”
His low and gentle voice felt like the first breath of spring flitting over Christina’s cars. The panic she felt crupting within her was instantly subdued.
Noticing that she was no longer moving. Nathaniel held her closer.
The moon was cold and desolate that night, but it did nothing to hamper the warmth in the room.
Christina felt unnaturally stiff when she awoke the following morning as the rays of dawn streamed in through the blinds, having been forced to remain in the same position all night.
Gazing upward, Nathaniel’s handsome face swam into vision. Though his eyes were closed, his expression was peaceful like a sleeping lion’s; it did not affect his majesty in the slightest.
Christina gently pried Nathaniel’s arms apart and wriggled out of his embrace.
Perhaps due to the state of his intoxication from the night before, he was sleeping soundly.
Christina got dressed, then snuck out of the bedroom to prepare breakfast.
Upon waking, the children washed up and got smartly dressed in their kindergarten uniforms on their own accord before exiting their bedroom. Like radars, their gaze scanned the living room.
“Where’s Daddy, Mommy? Camila asked, rather crestfallen.
Lucas pursed his lips. “Mommy must have kicked Daddy out.”
Camila was disappointed. She blamed herself for sleeping too early to have assisted her father in spending the night.
The children sat at the dining table. Their despondency, while adorable, invoked her pity.
Against her better judgment, Christina informed them, “He’s sleeping upstairs. Hurry up and finish your breakfast. I have to send you to school.”
As if having struck the lottery, Camila almost leaped to her feet with joy. “I knew you wouldn’t have been so cruel to have kicked Daddy out, Mommy.”
Lucas chimed in. “Well, Mommy couldn’t help being a kind and beautiful lady.”
Chuckling. Christina stroked the child’s nose. “Sweet talker.”