Chapter 410

Harrison, Rosalind, and Gabrielle clinked their glasses together.

The restaurant door burst open. A distinguished entourage entered, led by a towering figure with striking features - Nathaniel.

This wasn't a casual dinner outing. Nathaniel was here on business, flanked by several high-ranking executives from Falcon Enterprises.

The maître d' greeted him with practiced deference. "Mr. Blackwood, your private dining suite is prepared. Right this way."

As Nathaniel followed, his gaze swept across the dining area. It instantly landed on Harrison, who looked radiant as ever.

Harrison had come out with Gabrielle and Rosalind for a girls' night. Their animated conversation and frequent laughter filled their corner of the restaurant.

The executives noticed Nathaniel's lingering attention. "Mr. Blackwood, acquaintances of yours? They seem quite youthful - university students perhaps?"

Their curiosity was piqued. Nathaniel's reputation for indifference toward women made this observation noteworthy.

His expression remained unreadable. Without answering, he simply said, "Shall we proceed?"

The maître d' smiled knowingly. "We've arranged some entertainment for your party, Mr. Blackwood. The dancers will perform during your meal."

Upscale establishments often provided such diversions for their elite clientele - beautiful performers to enhance the dining experience.

Unaware of Nathaniel's presence, Harrison stood. "Excuse me, I need to visit the ladies' room." Immediately, Gabrielle and Rosalind rose in unison. "We're coming with you."

"That's unnecessary. It's just over there."

"Nonsense!" Gabrielle insisted. "You're carrying precious cargo now. As future godmothers, we're on duty."

Unable to refuse, Harrison allowed them to accompany her.

As they passed an opulent private dining room, Gabrielle suddenly halted. "Harrison! Isn't that your baby's father over there?"

Baby's father?

Harrison blinked in confusion before following Gabrielle's gaze. Her eyes widened at the sight of Nathaniel.

So that's who Gabrielle meant.

Harrison frowned at the crude label. It didn't suit a man of Nathaniel's stature.

She observed him seated at the head of an impressive table, surrounded by executives. Before a panoramic window, three lithe figures moved gracefully to unheard music.

The dancers wore diaphanous silk gowns, their bodies adorned with delicate chains that chimed with each movement. Their swirling skirts created mesmerizing patterns as they danced with ethereal grace.

Gabrielle smirked. "Seems daddy dearest knows how to enjoy his evenings."

Harrison shot her a warning look. "He's not my anything. Stop that."

Rosalind chimed in, "Biologically speaking, he is the father, Harrison. You're dealing with morning sickness while he's being entertained. Doesn't sit right with me."

Gabrielle nodded vigorously. "Exactly! He shouldn't get off scot-free. At minimum, he should cover all baby expenses. If you don't want him, make sure he's not spending his fortune on other women."

Harrison's attention returned to Nathaniel, who was engaged in conversation while casually sipping his drink.

One dancer in particular kept stealing glances at Nathaniel as she moved. Her infatuation was obvious. During an intricate spin sequence, she deliberately lost her footing - collapsing directly into Nathaniel's lap.

The executives erupted in laughter. "Mr. Blackwood, your magnetism is undeniable! Can't even dine in peace without women throwing themselves at you!"