Chapter 247

What Did He Just Say?

Harrison's eyes widened in shock. Nathaniel had gotten Daphne pregnant, and was still saying things like that to her?

Shame and fury surged through her veins. "You're disgusting!" she spat, her voice trembling with anger.

Nathaniel's piercing gaze locked onto hers. Harrison's raven-black hair fanned out across the couch, her delicate features flushed with emotion. The sight mirrored the one that haunted his dreams.

In that moment, everything came rushing back.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "Why call me that? What exactly makes me disgusting?" His voice was low, challenging. Harrison had a sharp tongue, but when it came to insults, she faltered—her words soft, almost childlike.

She glared at him. "What do you want from me? If you ever come near me again, I'll tell Daphne. She's carrying your child—she doesn’t need this stress."

The mention of Daphne darkened Nathaniel's expression. If she thought she could deceive him, she would regret it soon enough.

"Harrison, are you angry? Because of Daphne? Because she's pregnant?" His tone was probing, testing her reaction.

Her face paled, then flushed. Anger, humiliation, and hurt warred inside her. Without thinking, she lunged forward and bit down hard on his throat.

Nathaniel hissed in pain, his eyes flashing crimson. He sat up abruptly, pulling her into his lap with effortless strength.

Dressed in his crisp white shirt and tailored black trousers, he was the epitome of power and refinement.

Harrison, in her oversized white sweater and pleated skirt, looked every bit the innocent college student.

The contrast between them was stark—a ruthless businessman cradling a furious girl in his arms.

"Mr. Nathaniel—"

The housekeeper froze in the doorway, tea tray in hand, her cheeks flaming at the sight. The staff at Emerald Heights knew better than to linger. She turned on her heel and vanished back into the kitchen.

Nathaniel's fingers tangled in Harrison's hair, his palm cradling the back of her head.

She still hadn’t released his throat.

"Harrison," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "I'm sorry."

She stiffened. Slowly, she let go.

A small, perfect bite mark marred his skin—proof of her temper.

She really did love leaving marks on him.

"I don’t accept your apology!" She shoved against his chest, trying to break free.

But Nathaniel’s arms tightened around her, pulling her back against him. He buried his face in her hair, his voice rough. "Harrison, I'm sorry."

She didn’t understand. Was this some kind of twisted game?

"Let me go! Don’t touch me! Go find Daphne!" She clawed at his hands, desperate to escape.

Nathaniel’s jaw clenched. "Daphne and I didn’t—"

A sharp knock cut him off.

Rosalind and Gabrielle were at the door, their voices sharp. "Let Harrison go, now!"

Nathaniel’s expression darkened with irritation.

Seizing the moment, Harrison shoved him away and scrambled to her feet. Without a backward glance, she bolted for the door.