Chapter 1359

No.1

Moreover, since Seraphina Delacroix wanted to destroy her, it only strengthened Nathaniel’s resolve to prove herself to everyone!

It was too late for a custom gown. Buying one from a luxury store lacked uniqueness.

Suddenly, two soft knocks sounded at the door.

Nathaniel looked up to see Alexander standing there, seeming to have something to say.

Considering Oliver was asleep, she stepped out and asked softly, “What is it?”

“Hmph. Follow me.” Alexander turned toward the study.

Nathaniel followed him silently.

His tall, strong figure gave off an unusual sense of security. Whenever Nathaniel glanced at him, her heart raced, forcing her to look away.

Inside the study, Alexander picked up a cube-shaped box and handed it to her.

No.2

“Open it.” His voice was deep and pleasing.

She eyed the large matte black box, frowning in curiosity. She reached for it instinctively. Lifting the lid, her pupils dilated in shock.

Inside lay the gown designed by Mr. Ashford! The red dress contrasted exquisitely against the black box. Even folded, the phoenix embroidery was vibrant. The entire phoenix was stitched with pure gold thread, glowing as if alive. This was a masterpiece born from a lifetime of dedication. One glance conveyed its spirit and story.

Nathaniel’s brows furrowed in astonishment. Why did Alexander have this gown? Was he the one who bought it from Mr. Ashford for ten billion?

“That’s right. If you see anything you like soon, tell me immediately,” Nathaniel’s voice was deep and magnetic.

Isabella’s heart fluttered traitorously. He spent ten billion…just because she admired a gown?

She studied his face. “Why are you so generous to me?”

They owed each other nothing. Their relationship was contractual, temporary. She had been clear—she would leave in two months.

Nathaniel’s gaze held a knowing glint. “Are you certain you wish to know the reason?”

No.3

That tone. That suggestive depth.

“Never mind,” Isabella cut in quickly. “I…I should go check on Oliver. Thank you.”

She clutched the elegant box and hurried away.

If she had let him answer, he would have confessed again. Admitted his feelings. Repeated rejections would wound his pride. Better to escape.

Yet, as she carried the precious box containing the item she desired, an unfamiliar warmth spread through her. A quiet joy. Her lips curved into a soft smile without her realizing.

She didn’t notice how much she resembled a smitten young girl.

Only when she passed the full-length mirror in her room did she freeze. The reflection showed a radiant, happy woman. Was that truly her?

Since when had she become this person? And because of Nathaniel Blackwood, of all people. The untouchable, powerful Nathaniel.

Who was he? The undisputed king of Westchester. The formidable head of the Blackwood empire.

No.4

Her own wealth paled in comparison. She possessed barely a fraction of his assets.

What if he discovered the truth about her past? The events five years ago? Would his kindness remain? Would he still look at her with that intensity?

She stared at the large box in her hands. After a long moment, she pulled out her phone and texted her private banker.

(Transfer ten billion to Nathaniel Blackwood’s account.)

(Ten billion?) came the shocked reply.

[Yes. Immediately.)

She didn’t know what came over her earlier. But now, clarity returned. Who was she to accept such an extravagant gift? She was leaving soon. It was better to owe him nothing.

Nathaniel was feeling pleased with himself until his phone buzzed with an alert.

(Your account ending XXX received 1,000,000,000…)

No.5

He frowned. Ten billion. From Isabella? She seemed fine moments ago. Why would she…?

His expression darkened.

Night fell. Oliver came to her, his small face pale. “Mommy, my head feels dizzy tonight.”

“Dizzy? I’ll take you to the hospital.” She reached for his hand, ready to leave.

“No, it’s okay,” Oliver shook his head. “It happens sometimes. Especially…a few hours before…”

His voice trailed off. Isabella’s stomach clenched. Did that mean a seizure was coming?

Nathaniel approached, his presence calming. “Don’t worry. I’ll stay with you tonight.”

“Yay!” Oliver perked up instantly. He tugged Isabella’s hand toward the bedroom, then looked back at his father. “I’m sleeping with Mommy tonight. You can watch over us from the chair.”

The chair? Watch over? Isabella’s senses went on alert. Something was definitely brewing.

No.6

Nathaniel stood rigid. “I’ll take the sofa.”

Oliver’s sobs began to shake the room. “No… no! I want Daddy to stay. I’m scared!”

Isabella pulled the trembling boy into her arms. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Mommy’s here. Daddy can watch over you from the sofa.”

“But Ethan told me he sleeps between his parents! They hold his hands and hug him all night!” Oliver’s tears soaked through Isabella’s sleeve. “Everyone laughed at me because I’ve never done that!”

His small body convulsed with each ragged breath. Isabella’s heart clenched. She’d give anything to stop his tears.

Still… sharing a bed with Nathaniel?

She attempted reason. “Oliver, research shows sleeping between adults isn’t healthy. The carbon dioxide—”

“I don’t care!” he wailed. “I’ve waited five years for this! It’s all I want!”

His crying intensified. Small shoulders shook with violent tremors. A seizure seemed imminent.

No.7

Nathaniel strode forward, his expression dark. “Oliver Blackwood. Stop this behavior.” He retrieved a wooden ruler from the drawer. “Go to sleep. Now.”

The ruler struck Oliver’s bottom with a sharp crack.

The boy jolted, crying harder. “Why are you mad? I just want what other children have!”

He choked between sobs, gasping for air. Isabella panicked. She couldn’t risk another medical episode.

She pulled him close, shooting Nathaniel a sharp look. “He’s sleeping with us tonight.”

Nathaniel’s brow furrowed. “That’s not appropriate—”

“Since when are you so proper? Get on the bed.” Her tone brooked no argument.

After a tense pause, Nathaniel relented. “Fine.”

He moved to the far side of the bed. Isabella settled Oliver between them, stroking his back. “No more tears, my brave boy. Mommy and Daddy are here. You need to stay healthy for us, alright?”