Chapter 429

Impossible!

Harrison's mind reeled in disbelief.

Rage exploded through her. "Isabella!" she shrieked. "What the hell are you doing with Nathaniel? You scheming little witch! You seduced him, didn't you? He's mine now! Have you no shame?"

She thrust the phone closer. "See for yourself, Isabella! It's your precious Nathaniel forcing himself on me!"

"You lying—"

Before she could finish, the call cut off abruptly.

Inside Rosewood Manor, Harrison remained pinned beneath Nathaniel. She had more venom to spew, but Nathaniel snatched the phone from her grip and ended the call.

His gaze burned with dark hunger. "Satisfied?"

Harrison scoffed. "Hardly. Isabella's probably having a meltdown right now. Serves her right."

Nathaniel tossed her phone onto the side table. "If you're done, we're picking up where we left off."

His mouth crashed onto hers before she could protest.

Then his phone buzzed in his pocket—undoubtedly Isabella calling back.

Harrison shoved at his chest. "Answer it! That's your girlfriend!"

Nathaniel ignored it. One hand tugged at her blouse while the other worked on his belt. His voice was rough. "Focus on me."

Helplessness washed over her. That night in the village had been about survival, but this? This was deliberate. They both knew exactly what was happening, yet Nathaniel had forced his way in.

They were over. She didn't want this.

And she was pregnant.

Early pregnancy meant no strenuous activity—certainly nothing like this.

Fear coiled in her stomach. "Nathaniel, stop! You're hurting me!"

He smirked, keeping her trapped beneath him. "Where's all that fire now? Suddenly so fragile?"

Harrison flushed. "I'm on my period. It's not a good time."

Nathaniel arched a brow. "Prove it."

She jerked her head away. "It's true! Do you really want to risk it? It's disgusting. I could get an infection."

He hesitated, jaw clenched. "Then what do you suggest?"

Harrison seized the chance to push him off, scrambling to escape. "Go find someone else."

Nathaniel caught her wrist in an iron grip. "Not so fast."

His arms locked around her waist, pulling her flush against him. That slender waist had always been his weakness. He squeezed, pressing into her stomach.

Harrison winced. "I'm serious. I don't feel well. Let go."

Nathaniel studied her face. The discomfort was genuine. His expression softened slightly. "Where does it hurt? Here?"

His large hand settled over her lower abdomen, rubbing slow circles.

The warmth of his palm seeped through her clothes, the tenderness unsettling. When Nathaniel chose to be gentle, it was dangerously easy to forget everything.

Harrison batted his hand away. "What are you doing?"

Nathaniel lifted her effortlessly onto his lap. "If you won't let me have this, then we're finishing our earlier conversation."

Harrison exhaled sharply, defeated.

Nathaniel pulled her against him on the couch, his hand returning to her stomach.