Chapter 674

Nathaniel's grip on Harrison's wrist tightened as his dark eyes burned with possessive fury.

The sight of her in that crimson silk dress had nearly undone him when he'd entered the private winery earlier. The way those men had been leering at her—it took every ounce of his self-control not to break their necks right then.

"You've never dressed like this before," he murmured, his voice rough. "And I won't let them walk away after seeing you like that."

Harrison rolled her eyes. "You're just as bad as they are."

A slow, dangerous smirk curved Nathaniel's lips. "Of course I am. But I'm the only man who gets to see you like this."

When he'd first spotted her standing there, the candlelight casting shadows over her bare shoulders, he'd wanted to drag her away and lock her somewhere no one else could ever lay eyes on her.

Harrison shot him a pointed look, silently reminding him they still had to find Charlotte and Victoria.

Just then, Dominic approached. "Mr. Falcon, Ms. Harrison."

Harrison's pulse spiked. "Did you find her?"

Dominic shook his head. "We've turned the entire estate upside down. No sign of Isabella."

Harrison clenched her fists. "She slipped away again."

She wasn't entirely surprised. Isabella had been bold enough to show her face here—of course she'd planned an escape route.

Nathaniel's hand settled on the small of Harrison's back. "Let's go."

She nodded.

By the time they returned to Falcon Enterprises, night had fallen. Nathaniel studied her. "You're certain it's Isabella?"

"Absolutely." Harrison's jaw tightened. "But I don't have proof. I get it if you don't believe me."

She stood abruptly. "She's your fiancée. It's natural you'd take her side."

She turned to leave, but Nathaniel caught her wrist.

"Are you angry?"

Harrison didn't look back. "Why would I be? It's understandable."

Nathaniel chuckled. "I didn't say I didn't believe you. I do. After tonight, she won't dare touch Charlotte or my mother again."

Harrison finally met his gaze. "You really believe me?"

"I do." His thumb brushed over her pulse point. "We'll regroup tomorrow. For now, we rest."

Harrison exhaled. He was right—they'd been running on adrenaline all day.

Isabella wouldn't make another move tonight. Not now that they were onto her.

"Alright," Harrison relented. "I'll go stay with Rosalind—"

Nathaniel pulled her back. "You're staying here."

Harrison blinked. "In your private suite?"

His grip tightened. "Where else?"

"I really think I should—"

"What if there's news about Charlotte in the middle of the night?"

Harrison hesitated.

Nathaniel's voice dropped. "Stay."