Chapter 95
The four chefs began preparing breakfast in the kitchen moments after Alexander departed the estate.
Nathaniel seized Isabella’s waist, pulling her firmly against him as he swept inside and shut the door.
Isabella was bewildered.
She had assumed he’d overheard their exchange. Yet he behaved as though nothing occurred.
‘Maybe he truly didn’t hear,’ she reasoned, forcing herself to dismiss it.
“Thank you for your assistance earlier. You may dismiss the chefs now.” She stepped out of his embrace, her tone detached.
“Did I say I came to help you?” he replied smoothly.
Isabella stiffened. If not to help, then why was he here?
“I hired these chefs to prepare your breakfast. Helping you humiliate that woman was merely a fortunate coincidence,” Nathaniel stated, a smirk playing on his lips. “If you’re so grateful, I wouldn’t refuse you offering yourself to me.”
She glared, utterly speechless at his arrogance.
As she moved to remove the outfit he’d lent her, he taunted, “Undressing in front of me? Trying to tempt me, Isabella?”
Fury ignited within her.
“Just wait,” she snapped, storming back into the mansion to change.
She reappeared moments later wearing a simple chiffon blouse and fitted jeans.
Nathaniel’s expression darkened.
He hadn’t expected such casual attire to look so provocatively alluring on her. The jeans elongated her legs and accentuated her curves perfectly.
For the first time, a possessive desire to keep her hidden from the world surged through him. It vanished when she thrust his coat back at him.
“I don’t need your favors. Keep your kindness to yourself. I dislike owing people,” she stated, her voice icy and flat.
Nathaniel’s heart clenched. He loved her deeply, yet she only ever pushed him away. “I choose to be good to you. You owe me nothing. If you must, then simply reciprocate my efforts.”
“Nathaniel, how can you say that? I’ve rejected you from the very beginning,” Isabella retorted sharply.
“You have every right to refuse me. And I have every right to pursue you. I endure the pain of your rejection. Can’t you tolerate my pursuit in return?” he declared, his confidence making him sound like the wounded party.
Exasperated, Isabella chose to ignore him.
She sank onto the sofa and announced coldly, “Do whatever you want. I won’t be eating that breakfast.”
Nathaniel was irritated, questioning the strength of her resolve.
The four chefs presented the lavish spread. Seagull egg fried sandwiches paired with Scottish lobster and crab, garnished with exquisite truffles. Fried spaghetti with sirloin steak, drizzled with a rare caviar sauce.
It was an opulent, extravagant feast.
The rich, fresh scent of milk wafted through the air as it was poured from its carton.