Chapter 466

Harrison's petite frame was swallowed by Nathaniel's tailored suit, her cheeks flushed with sleep's warm glow.

Nathaniel didn't disturb her. He exited the car with careful movements, gathering her into his arms like precious cargo.

As he carried Harrison toward his penthouse, Oliver emerged from the elevator. "You brought her home. Is she asleep? Let me take her."

Oliver extended his arms expectantly.

Nathaniel sidestepped him without hesitation, tightening his grip on Harrison as he strode toward his apartment door.

"Mr. Falcon," Oliver called sharply behind him.

Nathaniel paused mid-step.

Oliver's voice carried a warning. "We're grown men. If you love her, commit fully. If not, walk away. This back-and-forth between Harrison and Isabella helps no one. It's cruel."

Nathaniel remained silent.

Oliver pressed further. "Who is it - Harrison or Isabella? Answer that question. Because if you don't choose soon, I won't let you keep stringing Harrison along."

The door clicked shut behind Nathaniel without response.

Inside the master suite, Nathaniel lowered Harrison onto the king-sized bed with featherlight care.

She didn't stir, only curling instinctively into the plush bedding with a contented sigh.

Nathaniel brushed his thumb across her cheekbone, murmuring with quiet amusement, "Out cold, aren't you? Like a baby sloth."

Though asleep, Harrison wrinkled her nose at the touch, batting weakly at his hand with a drowsy protest that sounded suspiciously like "Stop."

That sleepy whimper sent heat coiling through Nathaniel's abdomen. He exhaled sharply through his nose, forcing himself to retreat to the en suite for an icy shower.

Five minutes later, Nathaniel emerged in a black silk robe, damp hair dripping onto his collarbones.

His typically austere bedroom - all monochrome angles and cold modernity - seemed transformed by Harrison's presence. The way she burrowed into his sheets softened the space, made it feel lived-in.

Something in Nathaniel's chest tightened. He slid beneath the duvet beside her.

Harrison shifted in her sleep, rolling instinctively into the curve of his body.

Nathaniel's breath caught. The familiarity of her weight against him brought back a flood of memories. Different, yet the same. She still fit against him perfectly.

He pressed his lips to her forehead. "Goodnight, Harrison."

Morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows when Harrison finally blinked awake. The unfamiliar crystal chandelier overhead made her bolt upright.

This wasn't her apartment. This was Nathaniel's penthouse.

How had she gotten here?

Glancing down, she noted the oversized t-shirt she wore - clean, untouched. Nothing had happened between them.

The penthouse stood silent when she ventured out. No sign of Nathaniel.

He'd always been an early riser. Probably at Falcon Enterprises already.

Harrison exhaled in frustration. Divorced, yet still ending up in his bed. Some things never changed.