Chapter 1270
No.1
“A minor issue. It will resolve itself,” she replied casually, snapping a photo of her meal.
Assuming she was downplaying her stress, he approached differently. “I can assist.”
“Oh? How?”
He was direct. “Marry me.”
Marry him?
“I’ve already given my answer,” she stated calmly.
Nathaniel’s brow furrowed slightly, but he persisted. “Isabella, as my wife, no one would believe you’d disrupt Harrison Winslow’s life.”
The Winslow wealth was significant but confined to diamonds. The Blackwood empire spanned technology and medical research. Their influence dwarfed the Winslows.
Marriage to him would silence all rumors.
No.2
A smirk played on her lips. She reached out, lightly touching his chin.
Her slender finger lifted his chin with deliberate grace.
“Nathaniel,” she murmured, her voice a low challenge. “Do I strike you as the type to trade my body for solutions?”
His brow furrowed. Trading her body? Marriage to him was the ultimate fantasy for countless women. How could she frame it as some sordid transaction? Her fingertip felt cool against his skin, carrying a faint, intoxicating scent.
A slow smile touched his lips. “If Miss Montgomery insists on conducting business that way first,” he countered, “I wouldn’t object.” His large hand closed over hers, small and delicate in his grasp. A jolt, sharp and electric, shot through them both, freezing them in place.
Isabella recovered first, snatching her hand back. “In your dreams,” she scoffed, brushing off her fingers. “A body like mine is far beyond your means.” She turned from the table, her posture radiating unyielding pride as she walked away.
Nathaniel’s frown deepened, but he let the matter drop.
She retreated to Oliver’s room; the boy would be sleeping in her bed tonight.
Sleep, however, eluded her. Lying in the dark, she switched her phone to silent and opened Twitter. A torrent of criticism flooded her screen. Her response was swift and cutting.
No.3
[Is this truly the best you can manage? It’s not even worthy of being my garnish.]
She attached the photo of the vibrant, perfectly cooked prawns from earlier.
Her fans had been waiting. They expected her to be hiding, weeping in some corner. Instead, she was living her life, even cooking a luxurious meal. The audacity! The sheer nerve of the woman!
Her inner circle saw the post immediately.
Maxwell and his team rallied in the comments.
[Boss Montgomery’s courage is unmatched!]
[Fools should verify their facts before spewing nonsense.]
[Boss, I stand with you! Can I get priority on the next batch?]
Strange replies peppered the comments, but they were quickly buried under the avalanche of new messages every minute.
No.4
Sophia nearly hurled her phone across the room. She had been certain Isabella was drowning in shame. Yet here she was, bold and unbroken. That infuriating spirit remained intact. Unacceptable. She needed a plan to crush her completely, utterly.
Her phone rang. “Sophia! Incredible news!” Lillian’s excited voice burst through. “A confidential source confirms Diamond Prince arrived in Westchester today. He’s staying at The Ritz-Carlton. Presidential Suite, room 8801.”
“Are you certain?” Sophia demanded, skepticism warring with hope.
“One hundred percent. The source is impeccable. I verified it myself.”
“Perfect. Arrange everything. Tonight.”
The thought sent a thrill through her. She selected a new dress and rushed to The Ritz-Carlton.
At The Ritz-Carlton, Presidential Suite 8801…
A strikingly handsome man, every bit the prince, watched the evening news. His doorbell chimed.
A soft, feminine voice filtered through the door. “Good evening, Sir. Your room service has arrived.”
No.5
Isabella Montgomery lay sleeping in deep burgundy silk pajamas. Her porcelain skin glowed in the morning light. Every feature was exquisitely carved, like a slumbering goddess. The top buttons of her pajamas had come undone, revealing the elegant curve of her neck and a tantalizing glimpse of her décolletage.
Nathaniel Blackwood’s throat went dry. He forced himself to turn away, but his movement was clumsy. His shoulder bumped against the doorframe with a dull thud.
Thump. Thump.
Still asleep, Isabella instinctively grabbed a shark-shaped pillow and hurled it toward the noise.
“Shut up!”
Even unconscious, she was commanding. Yet this refusal to wake made her seem more approachable, more human.
Nathaniel’s lips curved into an involuntary smile. “If you don’t get up, I’m coming in.”
She didn’t stir, merely rolling over with a soft sigh. But the sound of footsteps approaching the bed snapped her awake. Her eyes flew open to find Nathaniel’s powerful frame looming over her.
“What do you think you’re doing, you pervert?” she yelled. The shout roused Oliver from his sleep. He peeked, saw the scene, and immediately feigned continued slumber.
No.6
Nathaniel had actually been leaning down to pick up Oliver. Seeing her misunderstanding, he decided to play along. He planted his hands on either side of her, caging her in. “What do you think I’m trying to do?”
“You’ve got a one-track mind this early? A CEO like you, reduced to a creep! I’ll teach you some manners!”
Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed. He blocked the strike with his thigh, pinning her legs down. A dangerous smirk played on his lips. “Isabella, are you sure you don’t want to reconsider your future happiness?”
“Reconsider this!” She cracked her knuckles, the sound ominous. “My fists don’t discriminate!”
He hadn’t expected such ferocity. A sharp, precise punch landed on his supporting arm. His balance broke, and he crashed forward onto the bed.
His solid weight landed fully on her. Their lips met in a sudden, shocking collision.
Both bodies froze.
A jolt of electricity shot through Isabella. Her mind went completely blank for several seconds. In all her years, no man—regardless of status or looks—had ever affected her like this. But Nathaniel was different. He made her heart race unpredictably.
Nathaniel recovered first. He pushed himself up slightly. “If I said that was an accident, would you believe me?”
No.7
“Believe you? Like hell I will!” She shoved him off and scrambled back, frantically wiping her mouth with the back of her hand like an enraged kitten.
Seeing her fury, Nathaniel quickly scooped Oliver into his arms. “I’ll visit another time,” he said, his voice tight. “Take care of yourself. Stay inside.” He adjusted Oliver and strode out of the room.
‘That shameless bastard! He’s not setting foot in here again!’ Isabella fumed inwardly.
Just outside the door, Nathaniel paused as if struck by a sudden thought.
“Isabella Montgomery, I have faith in you. Give me your word, and I will marry you this instant.” Harrison Winslow’s voice was firm, layered with conviction.
A surge of warmth flooded Isabella’s chest, making her heart constrict.
He believed in her?