Chapter 461

Harrison fired back with a razor-sharp retort.

Nathaniel started the engine, the luxury car gliding effortlessly onto the road. His powerful hands gripped the steering wheel as he turned slightly, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"How would I know you weren’t trying to steal them? Plenty of women would kill to have my children. I can’t take chances with you."

Harrison was speechless.

The man was insufferably arrogant.

But then again, Nathaniel had the kind of arrogance that was backed by undeniable power.

Shivering from the cold, Harrison knew she couldn’t risk getting sick while pregnant. Reluctantly, she slipped into his black suit jacket.

The jacket swallowed her petite frame. "Your genes might be impressive, but mine aren’t exactly lacking. Others might want yours, but I certainly don’t."

Nathaniel’s thoughts flickered. Of course, her genes were just as exceptional. She was Westfield University’s prodigy, the renowned Dr. Sinclair—her genetic potential was on par with his, if not superior.

For a fleeting second, he wondered what their child might be like.

But he dismissed the thought just as quickly.

"We’ll find out at the hospital."

Clearly, he wasn’t backing down. Harrison realized arguing was pointless. She stopped resisting and let him take her to the hospital.

Half an hour later, the Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of Vitalis Health. Harrison glanced at the building, surprised he’d chosen this place.

"Let’s go," he commanded.

"Mr. Falcon, why here?"

Nathaniel arched a brow, his expression unreadable. "I know the director. I don’t trust other hospitals—especially with you being Dr. Sinclair. I wouldn’t put it past you to fake the results."

He’d thought of everything.

Harrison laughed. "What makes you think I can’t fake them here too?"

"Vitalis Health is a massive, publicly traded corporation. It spans healthcare, pharmaceuticals, and medical equipment. You can’t manipulate it—the owner is just as powerful as I am."

Harrison smirked, mischief glinting in her eyes. "Do you know the owner?"

Nathaniel’s mind flashed to the striking woman he’d seen in Willow Heights, Americana. Her poised elegance had left an indelible mark.

"I’ve met her once."

Only once?

Harrison blinked. "Where?"

Nathaniel shrugged. "Willow Heights. When Vitalis went public. She rang the opening bell at midnight. I saw her from behind, but she didn’t see me."

Ah. That explained why she didn’t remember. He’d been there that night.

Fate had a strange sense of humor.

Harrison stepped closer, her face inches from his. "Are you in love with the owner of Vitalis?"

Nathaniel froze. "What?"

"Why else would you still remember her after all these years? One glimpse of her back, and she’s stuck in your head? Then again, there aren’t many women in business who could stand beside you."

Nathaniel studied her. Teasing, playful, her eyes sparkling with mischief—she reminded him of that unforgettable woman from Vitalis. For a moment, the two images blurred together.

He reached out, pinching her soft cheek. "Are you jealous?"

Harrison didn’t understand why he kept doing that.

Slap!

She swatted his hand away. "Don’t pinch me."

Nathaniel smirked. "Don’t pinch you where?"