Chapter 707
No.1
"I saw everything," she said nonchalantly.
Had she really seen it all?
Nathaniel frowned deeply.
Did she see the images? Did she know he had her followed?
He pushed the thought aside.
His gaze swept over her critically.
"You changed clothes?" His voice was low and demanding.
He looked like a lion guarding his territory.
Isabella had intended to question him first.
She didn't expect him to turn the tables.
No.2
Memories of her interaction with Alexander surfaced.
A strange guilt washed over her.
"I ran into a dog," she replied coolly. "It was disgusting, so I changed."
Nathaniel's eyes darkened instantly.
That's all she had to say? 'Ran into a dog'?
She was in a room with a completely drunk Alexander.
They had a history together.
How was that just 'running into a dog'?
He suddenly rose from his seat.
He advanced toward her slowly, one deliberate step at a time.
No.3
Isabella frowned. "What—"
He was already in front of her before she could finish.
He scooped her into his arms effortlessly.
He carried her straight to the first-floor bathroom.
Unease prickled her skin. "What are you doing, Nathaniel?"
His silence felt ominous and distant.
He shut the bathroom door firmly behind them.
He placed her inside the large bathtub.
He turned on the water tap without a word.
Isabella tried to get up.
No.4
Nathaniel pressed her down firmly by her shoulders.
"Clean up," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.
It finally dawned on her.
He was an even bigger clean freak than she was.
He was making her bathe because she encountered Alexander?
"Nathaniel, it was nothing. He just grabbed my wrists, touched my shoulder—"
"Just?" His eyes darkened dangerously. "You were expecting more than that?"
She was right. He was jealous.
Nathaniel took her wrists firmly.
He began rubbing them under the running water.
No.5
He scrubbed from her left wrist to her right.
He was so thorough her skin turned red.
He showed no intention of stopping.
The thought of Alexander touching her wrists infuriated him.
He rarely got to touch his own woman.
How dare that man lay a finger on her?
And her shoulder.
Did he grab her shoulder too?
The mere thought...
Nathaniel's eyes grew stormy.
No.6
He reached out to clean her shoulder.
His hand landed on her damp shirt.
Their eyes met. Both of them jolted at the contact.
"Get out," she insisted. "I'll wash myself thoroughly."
His trance broke. "I'm not convinced," he asserted.
He looked around and grabbed a towel.
He covered her with it roughly.
Then he continued washing her shoulder through the fabric.
Isabella was utterly speechless at his possessiveness.
Nathaniel, this man… Did he really intend to wash her personally?
No.7
Wrapped in the towel, Isabella felt as if she were at a luxury spa. Was the CEO of Blackwood Corporation actually giving her a scrub-down? Fine. If he insisted on doing it himself, she might as well relax and let him ‘serve’ her instead of resisting.
Nathaniel’s hands moved from her left shoulder to the right, rubbing until her skin flushed pink. He paused, his gaze sharp. “That’s enough for now. Next time, it won’t be just this.” His voice held a dark, possessive edge. Isabella’s heart stuttered. Next time? What did he mean by that?
She could sense Nathaniel was plotting something.
But it didn’t matter. She would never let Alexander get that close to her again anyway. Nathaniel brought her a fresh set of clothes and left the bathroom. After changing, Isabella picked up her soiled garments to toss them in the washer, but Nathaniel intercepted. He took them from her hands and threw them straight into the trash.