Chapter 91
No.1
The feeling was irrational yet undeniable. Hope ignited within her.
Nathaniel Blackwood burst into the room. His eyes immediately found Isabella pinned beneath another man. She looked up at him, dazed and helpless.
A violent tremor of rage shook him. How dare anyone assault a woman in such a vulnerable state?!
He charged forward without hesitation. His fist connected with Lawrence Chamberlain’s face with brutal force.
“Ah!”
Nathaniel’s fist slammed into Lawrence’s face, sending him stumbling backward.
His pants slid down his waist as he hit the floor.
Lawrence scrambled to his feet, ready to fight back.
But he froze the moment he recognized the man before him.
No.2
It was Mr. Blackwood. The powerful Mr. Blackwood from Westchester was here at The Ritz-Carlton!
No, he couldn’t panic now. Panicking would ruin everything.
He quickly tried to explain. “Mr. Blackwood, please listen to me. Ms. Montgomery was the one who wanted this. Everyone here can testify. She invited me to her room and asked me to sleep with her—ahh!”
Another punch cut off his words.
Nathaniel’s voice was cold and dangerous. “She wouldn’t even have me. Why would she want someone like you? How dare you accuse my woman?” He laughed bitterly before striking again.
Lawrence was beaten mercilessly. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and one of his teeth was knocked out.
Just then, Isabella let out a weak groan.
Nathaniel threw Lawrence out the door. “Dominic, lock him up. Isabella will deal with him tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir.” Dominic grabbed Lawrence by the collar and dragged him away.
No.3
This fool had dared to lay hands on the chairman’s future wife. He was asking for death.
Nathaniel shut the door and rushed back to the sofa.
Isabella’s face was flushed, her clothes torn. She seemed barely conscious but aware enough to feel exposed.
Nathaniel quickly removed his jacket and draped it over her.
Dizzy and burning up, Isabella felt a cool presence beside her. She instinctively reached for it, wrapping her arms around Nathaniel’s waist.
Nathaniel stiffened, his heart racing. He had never felt this way about any woman before. Aside from the girl from five years ago, Isabella was the only one who stirred such emotions in him.
“Hold on,” he whispered gently. “Sebastian is bringing the medicine.”
“I feel… awful…” Isabella murmured, her voice weak. She was losing control, her body craving relief from the intense heat.
The drug was strong. The only thing that soothed her was the coolness of Nathaniel’s body.
No.4
Nathaniel’s expression darkened. He turned to her and asked firmly, “Isabella, do you know who I am?”
Isabella didn’t answer. Her eyes were barely open as she pressed against him limply. She wrapped her arms around his neck and mumbled, “I’ll pay you… I don’t care who you are… name your price…”
Her scorching breath brushed against his neck, sending fire through his veins.
Nathaniel realized she had completely lost her senses. He couldn’t take advantage of her in this state.
He grabbed her restless hands, his voice strained but controlled. “Isabella, you’re testing my limits.”
Isabella was already overwhelmed, but the sound of his deep, magnetic voice made her want him even more.
She pressed her body against his, overpowering him until he fell back against the sofa.
Nathaniel’s brows shot up as Isabella pressed her body flush against his.
He stiffened instantly.
No.5
But he knew Isabella. Knew her too well.
If he took advantage of her now, she would never forgive him.
He fought back the primal urge surging through him.
In one swift motion, he stood up, lifting her with him.
She clung to him like an octopus, her arms winding tightly around his neck.
Her skin was on fire. She needed relief, and her hands began frantically pulling at his clothes.
Rip!
The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the room.
Her grip was surprisingly strong. She had torn his white shirt open, exposing his muscular chest.
No.6
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.7
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.