NovelUpdateChapter 759: Reaching for the fruit salad on the table, she picked up a strawberry and held it to his lips. "Were those two sent by the Elder Council?" She hadn't gone easy on them during interrogation, but they had been tight-lipped. Even when she had nearly twisted their wrists out of place, they refused to utter a single word.
Nate's brow quirked slightly as he took the strawberry into his mouth. "No." He expected her to probe further, yet she simply remarked, "No wonder they were so weak." Nate arched an eyebrow. "If that wasn't enough of a challenge for you, perhaps Saul can spar with you next time." "Let's not," she said dryly. If Saul lost to her, he'd never hear the end of it-and she doubted his pride could take the hit.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"It's getting late. We should sleep," she suggested.
"Alright." She moved, intending to slip from his embrace, but Nate had other plans. His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her close before effortlessly lifting her into his arms.
Back in the bedroom, Corrine made a beeline for the bathroom. When she returned, she overheard Nate's deep, steady voice. "There's no need. My affairs are none of your concern." There was an unmistakable chill in his tone, an authority that brooked no argument. Seated at the vanity, Corrine picked up the hairdryer, casting a slow glance over him through the mirror. He stood on the balcony, phone in hand, his posture rigid.
"When did my decisions start requiring your approval?" His voice was calm but laced with unspoken warning. "This is the last time. Stay out of it.” Without hesitation, he hung up. Turning, he met Corrine's gaze as she stood behind him, the hairdryer in hand. "Can you helpdry my hair?” she asked casually.
Nate's eyes flickered. "Of course." They sat together at the vanity, Corrine absentmindedly twisting a lock of her hair as she studied him in the mirror. "Is your family pressuring you to go back?" His birthday was only a few days away. She could guess well enough-his family wanted him home.
Nate's fingers, long and distinct, combed through her hair as he met her gaze. "You should learn to play dumb sometimes." "So now it's my fault?" she quipped.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNate merely smiled, saying nothing.
"It's nice to be spoiled," she mused softly. "I'm just afraid Ibectoo dependent on you you."
He lifted a strand of her hair, his fingertips pressing into her scalp with just the right amount of pressure. "If you bectoo dependent on me, you'll never be able to leave me.”
"And what about you?" The words left her lips before she could stop them.
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