Chapter 739

Harrison's hands trembled as she pressed them against Nathaniel's broad chest, attempting to push him away.

But he caged her effortlessly against the marble sink, his muscular arms trapping her slender frame. His lips crashed against hers with possessive hunger, refusing to relent.

Frustration flared. She bit down sharply on his lower lip.

A hiss escaped Nathaniel as pain flickered across his chiseled features. He pulled back slightly, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth—streaked with a faint trace of blood.

Instead of anger, amusement curled his lips. "Still as feisty as ever, I see."

Harrison frowned. "What's wrong with you tonight? You're acting strange."

She could sense it—the restless energy thrumming through him, the uncharacteristic possessiveness.

Of course, Nathaniel wouldn't confess he'd secretly run a DNA test. The mere possibility that Charlotte might be his daughter had his pulse racing, his blood singing.

He needed her close. Now.

"Can't I kiss my woman?" His voice dropped to a rough murmur. "There's a lot more I'd like to do."

Harrison slapped a hand over his mouth. "Stop. I'm married to Oliver."

Nathaniel's eyes darkened with disbelief. Still lying. Still hiding the truth from him.

With a growl, he captured her lips again, swallowing her protest.

Harrison shoved at his shoulders. "Let me—"

The bathroom door swung open.

Charlotte's small figure appeared, her bright eyes widening. "Mommy...?"

Then she saw them—Nathaniel's mouth fused to Harrison's. A tiny gasp escaped her before she clapped both hands over her eyes. "Eek! Kissing!"

Harrison jerked away, cheeks burning. "Charlotte, sweetheart, it's not—"

Victoria swooped in, scooping the giggling girl into her arms. "Let's give Mommy and Mr. Handsome some privacy, hmm?" She winked at Nathaniel. "Don't mind us."

With that, she whisked Charlotte away, shutting the door pointedly behind them.

Harrison stood frozen, mortification creeping up her neck.

Behind her, Nathaniel chuckled.

She whirled, glaring. "This is your fault! How am I supposed to explain this?"

He reached for her, pulling her flush against him. "You're mine. There's nothing to explain."

Harrison twisted free, storming out before he could stop her.

Nathaniel's smile faded as he followed.

Dominic appeared just then. "Mr. Falcon."

Nathaniel halted. Harrison was already disappearing down the hall, her hurried footsteps echoing.

He turned to Dominic expectantly. "The results?"

Dominic nodded, extending a sealed envelope.

Nathaniel took it, his fingers uncharacteristically unsteady. "Is Charlotte...?"

Dominic opened his mouth to respond.

"Don't." Nathaniel cut him off, jaw tight. "I'll see for myself."

For a man who faced boardroom wars and billion-dollar deals with icy calm, his hands shook as he gripped that single sheet of paper.

Was Charlotte truly his blood? His daughter?

The answer lay in his hands.