Chapter 465

Harrison repeated her question, her voice trembling slightly as she asked Nathaniel if he had feelings for her.

Nathaniel remained silent. His large hands cradled her face gently before he leaned in to capture her lips once more.

She turned her face away sharply. "Don't!"

His grip tightened as he forced her to meet his gaze. "We're already this far, and you want to stop? Don't you want to experience what it's like in the backseat?"

The city lights illuminated Nathaniel's striking features - the perfect blend of power, wealth, and raw masculinity. His bold proposition sent heat rushing through her veins.

Harrison clenched her jaw. "I do want to try it in a car," she admitted.

Nathaniel's eyes darkened with desire as he moved closer again.

But before their lips could meet, Harrison added, "Just not with you. I meant with my boyfriend, Oliver!"

Nathaniel froze. This woman knew exactly how to infuriate him.

"Harrison!" His voice turned dangerous.

She pressed her palms against his solid chest. "Why don't you go find Isabella? I'm sure she'd be thrilled to have car sex with you!"

Nathaniel's mouth formed a hard line. Despite Isabella's countless advances and attempts to stay overnight, he'd never slept with her. She held no appeal for him.

The delicate face before him was the only one he truly wanted.

"Why were you so in love with me? You said we'd met before."

This was why Nathaniel had come tonight - to uncover the truth behind Harrison's mysterious claim.

Her clear eyes met his steadily. "Yes, we've met."

"Where?"

"I already told you. Over ten years ago, when you were injured in the forest." Nathaniel's cold eyes narrowed sharply at her words.

That was where he'd first encountered Isabella.

But how did Harrison know about this?

His gaze intensified. "And then?"

"I saved you."

Nathaniel went completely still.

Harrison claimed she'd saved him? That couldn't be right.

Isabella was the one who had rescued him.

"Where exactly did you save me?" he demanded.

Harrison hadn't expected Nathaniel to have no memory of that moment. She'd revealed so much, yet he still didn't remember.

"In a cave," she answered quietly.

Nathaniel's pupils contracted violently. Could the girl from the cave actually have been Harrison?

No.

It had to be Isabella. Why would it be Harrison?

One of them was lying - either Harrison or Isabella.

But which one?

Who was truly his savior?

Harrison suddenly shoved against his chest with surprising strength. "I saved you back then, but I don't expect anything from you now. We're divorced. I just want to move on with my life. Please stay away from me. It's late - just take me home."

Her disappointment cut deep. She wasn't the type to use past favors as leverage. Since he didn't remember, she would let it go.

Nathaniel's world tilted. For years, he'd believed Isabella was the girl from the cave.

For years, he'd kept her close, showering her with privileges.

Now Harrison claimed that role. The revelation left him reeling.

He needed answers.

Nathaniel gripped the steering wheel tightly, accelerating toward Rosewood Manor.

Harrison had been unusually tired lately due to her pregnancy. She didn't speak another word, quickly falling asleep against the plush leather seat.

When the Rolls-Royce arrived at Rosewood Manor, Nathaniel noticed Harrison still slept peacefully.