Chapter 892
No.1
Several maids scurried toward the backyard, seemingly fleeing something. Vivienne swiftly grabbed one by the arm. “Where is Nathaniel? Where is Oliver?”
“Oh! Oliver is in a tutoring session. And Mr. Blackwood… He… He…” The maid stammered, her face flushing with clear embarrassment. Just then, the distinct sound of feminine laughter echoed from upstairs.
She bolted up the staircase as the maid attempted to block her path. “Ms. Delacroix, Mr. Blackwood gave strict orders not to be disturbed—”
“Don’t touch me!” Vivienne shoved the maid’s hand away and charged upward.
The sounds of laughter grew distinct and louder. The door stood slightly open when she reached it, and inside…
Nathaniel lounged indolently on the charcoal sofa, encircled by a cluster of women attending to his every need. Some kneaded his shoulders, others attended to his feet, while one offered him tea.
Isabella, clad in a form-fitting black lace dress, perched on his lap. She held a bunch of grapes, feeding them to Nathaniel one by one.
He accepted each grape, his hands resting possessively on her waist. Their bodies were pressed so close they seemed fused together. The scene was intensely provocative.
Vivienne stumbled backward, a scorching wave of fury and envy crashing through her.
No.2
How… How was this possible?
She had always believed Nathaniel to be virtuous and disciplined, maintaining a respectful distance from women—flawless as a storybook prince. Yet now…
He was surrounded by so many women!
Meanwhile, Isabella leaned into Nathaniel’s embrace, her voice a silken murmur. “Nathaniel, do you enjoy the grapes?”
Her form was supple, her warmth and breath ghosting over his face. Nathaniel, unaccustomed to such feminine attention, naturally exuded a cool, detached aura. But at her words, he couldn’t help responding to Isabella.
His world narrowed to her alone; everything else faded into obscurity. Gazing into her eyes, he replied, “I prefer you.”
His voice was husky and magnetic. Whether intentional or not, his tongue grazed her fingertip as he took the grape.
A jolt of electricity shot through Isabella’s fingers, making her heart stutter.
This man! He had been hesitant earlier, but now he was dominating the scene. Instinct urged her to push him away, but she remembered Vivienne was watching. She had to stay in character. “Then will you marry me?” she purred. “Will you take responsibility? I want to be your wife. I want to be called Mrs. Blackwood. And…”
No.3
Her tone was exceedingly tender. Nathaniel looked at her with adoration. “Whatever you desire. Whenever you wish.”
He sounded utterly serious, not joking in the slightest. He lifted her chin, whispering, “But first, I need to inspect you.”
He bent his head and captured her lips in a deep, fervent kiss.
Isabella’s mind went completely blank. Her body tensed.
She had asked Nathaniel to pretend, to be flirtatious—but she never said he could kiss her! And this kiss… it was too intense!
She pushed him away playfully, forcing a smile. “Oh, you’re so predictable! Nathaniel, darling, let’s all join in!” Isabella signaled to the other women, who began to disrobe. She started to remove her own dress as well.
Vivienne was horrified. She never imagined Isabella would sink this low! And Nathaniel seemed to enjoy it! The thought of what might happen next made her nauseated and disgusted. She stormed out of the hallway.
No… She needed air! She couldn’t accept what she had just witnessed!
"Out," Nathaniel commanded sharply to the women surrounding him.
No.4
Immediately, they rose and exited through the rear door, vanishing to avoid Vivienne's arrival.
Only Isabella remained with him in the room now. She felt the sudden shift in energy and stood to leave, but Nathaniel's arms encircled her waist, pulling her back.
"Weren't you just claiming you wanted to be my wife?" His voice dropped to a low, suggestive timbre that made her heart race uncontrollably.
He tightened his hold, drawing her closer against him. Unaccustomed to such intimacy, Isabella pressed her palms against his chest to push away, but the contact only intensified the desire blazing in his eyes.
Her touch ignited a fire within him, his temperature spiking instantly. As she struggled to break free, his voice turned authoritative and strained. "Don't move!"
The raw hunger in his tone froze her completely. He always lost his composure when she was this near, and it wasn't the first time. Why did he have to restrain himself around her?
"Damn it...! Stay here." Nathaniel lifted her onto the sofa and strode quickly to the bathroom.
If he didn't release her now, he would lose all control.
Before Isabella could process what happened, the bathroom door slammed shut, followed by the sound of running water.
No.5
So rushed? He probably hadn't even removed his clothes.
Her mind wandered to the image of Nathaniel under the shower, his white shirt soaked and clinging to his sculpted chest and abs, nearly transparent...
Cough, cough! What was she thinking? Since when had she become so captivated by him? She was free now—she should leave!
With that decision, Isabella hurried out of the room.
When Nathaniel emerged from the shower, the room was empty, and his eyes darkened at the sight.
He told her to wait, yet she fled?
Did she only stay until Vivienne left? Was it all just an act? Displeasure and frustration coiled within him.
Everything felt like a performance. Why was Isabella the only woman who could unravel him so completely? Why did a single touch from her shatter the self-control he once prided himself on?
He had only felt this once before, five years ago.
No.6
What was the reason?
Meanwhile...
Vivienne slid into her car, still reeling from the shocking scene she witnessed. Hailing from an educated, upper-class lineage, she had never encountered anything so brazen in her life!
She always believed Nathaniel was a man of refinement like herself, but she never imagined...
This felt like discovering a beloved idol was secretly a addict—it shouldn't be happening!
Miranda sat beside her, speaking softly. "Vivienne, are you still planning to get engaged to Mr. Blackwood?"
Isabella’s nails pressed sharply into her palms.
She was known for her pristine reputation and virtuous character.
She had always envisioned her future husband to be equally pure.
No.7
But now…
Although it seemed like a trap set by both Nathaniel and Isabella, their connection appeared far from superficial.
The way Nathaniel held her, even kissed her…they must have been intimate.
Isabella had an intense aversion to impurity.
How could she accept a man who had been with another woman?
She rubbed her temples and murmured, “I need time. Wait for my instructions over the next few days. And deal with Isabella.”
Did that fool Isabella actually think she could marry into the Blackwood family? Ha!
Once the Blackwoods found out, Vivienne wouldn’t even need to lift a finger to destroy her.