Chapter 1590
No.1
Nathaniel’s expression darkened.
If this continued, his self-control would shatter.
He quickened his pace, carrying her into the bathroom.
He placed her in the bathtub and turned on the cold water.
The cool water began filling the tub around her.
Slowly, her frantic movements stilled. She grew calmer.
Nathaniel let out a sigh of relief.
But then, without warning, Isabella’s hands went to her own clothes.
With a sharp tug, she ripped her top apart.
No.2
The fabric gave way with another loud tear.
Nathaniel was stunned. This woman was pure torture.
“Isabella…” his voice was a strained whisper. “I can’t hold back much longer.”
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
It was Sebastian. He was back with the medicine.
Nathaniel walked out of the bathroom to meet him.
The moment Sebastian saw his brother, he had to bite his tongue to stop a laugh.
He could only chuckle inwardly. Nathaniel’s shirt was torn wide open, revealing his chest.
What passionate escapade had he missed?
No.3
Nathaniel’s face was grim. “The medicine. Now.”
“Where is your wife?” Sebastian asked, trying to be professional. “I brought several types. I need to see her to diagnose which one she needs. Giving the wrong medicine could be dangerous.”
But Nathaniel would never allow another man to see Isabella in such a vulnerable state.
“Just give me the medicine,” he asserted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “If a Blackwood family doctor can’t do his job without seeing the patient, then he’s of no use to this family.”
Sebastian was baffled. How could he prescribe without a diagnosis? Even a miracle worker couldn’t do that.
But he had never seen Nathaniel look so intense, so dangerously on edge.
Reluctantly, he handed over the medical kit containing ten different vials.
“At least describe her condition to me,” Sebastian reasoned. “Is she conscious? Does she have any energy left? Is she dizzy? Can she speak?”
Nathaniel thought for a moment. “Her strength comes and goes. She can speak, but she’s not in her right mind.”
No.4
Sebastian pondered this, making his best educated guess.
He selected a specific vial and handed it to Nathaniel.
“Brother, are you sure you don’t want me to come in? If she takes the wrong—”
Before he could finish, Nathaniel snatched the medicine and slammed the door in his face.
Sebastian stood there, bewildered.
Wow. His brother was really ditching him for a woman.
Back in the bathroom, Nathaniel froze at the doorway.
Isabella had managed to take off her jeans and her coat.
She was now sitting in the tub, wearing only her bikini, soaking in the cool water.
No.5
Her fair skin glistened. Her long legs were stretched out.
The sight was utterly arresting.
Nathaniel snatched the towel from the edge of the tub. He tilted Isabella’s chin upward, carefully placing the pill on her tongue.
It dissolved almost instantly. The restless thrashing ceased. Her body went still in the water, the tension finally leaving her limbs.
Asleep at last.
He lifted her from the tub, wrapping the towel securely around her before carrying her out of the bathroom.
Morning light streamed through the windows. Isabella’s eyes fluttered open. She stared at the ornate ceiling above. This wasn't her room. But the familiarity was unnerving.
This place… It was the same suite from five years ago.
The memory slammed into her. The drug. Last night.
No.6
She turned her head. A man lay beside her.
Nathaniel Blackwood.
He was still asleep, his features softened in the gentle dawn light. A perfect, tranquil painting.
She felt no urge to admire him. Isabella threw the covers back. Her eyes narrowed. She was down to her underwear.
A quick glance at him. He wore a dark robe. The fabric gaped open, revealing the hard planes of his chest.
What…
What happened here?
She glared at him, her voice a low, furious hiss. “What did you do to me last night?!”
His eyes opened. He found her anxious, furious gaze fixed on him. A lazy, teasing smile touched his lips. “What do you think happened?”
No.7
That tone. That infuriating, knowing tone.
Isabella’s mind reeled. Did they…? Did he discover her secrets?
No. Stop. That wasn’t the point.
The evidence was right in front of her.
“Nathaniel, how dare you take advantage of me!”
“Me? Take advantage of you?”
He sat up, throwing his ruined shirt toward her. He pointed to the fresh scratch marks on his chest. “Look at this. Who assaulted whom here?”
She stared at the torn fabric. The marks on his skin did look… recent.