Chapter 426

Nathaniel's gaze swept across the lavish living room. "This decor must have cost a fortune."

Harrison shrugged carelessly. "What's your point?"

"Did Oliver pay for all this?"

"Every last cent." Harrison crossed her arms. "The penthouse, the sports car, everything. I just packed my bags and moved in."

Nathaniel's jaw tightened. His sharp eyes suddenly caught something on the glass coffee table.

"What's this?" He strode toward it.

Harrison looked up, her blue eyes widening in alarm. There, in plain view, lay a pregnancy test.

She lunged for it, but Nathaniel was quicker. His fingers closed around the plastic stick before she could react.

He examined it briefly before locking eyes with her. "Why do you have this?"

Harrison quickly scanned the test. Relief flooded her when she saw only one line - no indication of pregnancy.

Nathaniel had made his stance on children painfully clear. She couldn't risk telling him.

Would he demand she terminate the pregnancy? The thought made her stomach churn.

"Answer me." His voice turned icy. "Why is this here?"

Harrison swallowed hard. "Isn't it obvious what pregnancy tests are for?"

Nathaniel closed the distance between them in one predatory stride.

His imposing frame forced Harrison backward until her legs hit the sofa. She collapsed onto the cushions as he caged her in, one arm braced against the backrest.

His cold eyes bore into hers. "Whose baby were you testing for? Mine?" His grip tightened. "Or Oliver's?"

Harrison's breath hitched.

She shoved against his rock-hard chest. "None of your business."

Nathaniel caught her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You're upset."

"Not at all!" Harrison snapped.

His lips curled into a mocking smile. "Of course not. It's not like you and Oliver have been intimate yet."

The accusation struck like a physical blow. Harrison's temper flared. So this was why he'd barged in - to confirm his suspicions about her relationship with Oliver.

If he wanted the truth so badly...

A wicked smile curved her lips. She tilted her head, meeting his challenge. "You're absolutely right, Mr. Falcon. We've slept together many times."

Nathaniel's fingers traced her jawline, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Who's better? Him or me?"

Harrison's pulse raced.

"Or perhaps," he continued, voice dripping with sarcasm, "you prefer his touch?"

White-hot anger surged through her. Harrison swung her hand toward his face.

Nathaniel caught her wrist effortlessly. "Violent today, aren't we?"

He was insufferable. In one desperate move, Harrison leaned forward and sank her teeth into his lower lip.

The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth. She'd drawn blood.