Chapter 768

Nathaniel was with Harrison?

Isabella's expression faltered momentarily before she vehemently shook her head. "You're mistaken! Nathaniel would never be with Harrison!"

"What makes you so certain?"

The truth was, Nathaniel was bound by the Frostholm Curse! Every time he approached Harrison, excruciating pain would sear through his skull.

Of course, Isabella kept this secret from Rosalind. Instead, she smirked confidently. "I'd stake my life on it—Nathaniel isn't with Harrison."

"Fine, let's wager. If Nathaniel isn't with Harrison, I'll address you as 'Your Majesty.'"

"Deal. But if he is with Harrison, you'll hear me call you 'Your Majesty.'"

Their stakes were set: The loser would bow to the victor with royal deference.

Rosalind snatched her phone again. "Truth time. I'm calling Harrison right now."

"Go ahead. I'll wait. Prepare your best regal tone for me."

The line connected after two rings, Harrison's crisp voice cutting through.

"Hello?"

"Guess who I'm with? Isabella! Nathaniel stood her up for dinner tonight. We've made a little bet—I say he's with you. So, is he there?"

"I... Ah!" Harrison's sudden gasp crackled through the speaker.

Rosalind bolted upright, fingers tightening around the phone. "What happened?"

Harrison's strained voice trembled in the background. "Nathaniel, stop—let go of me—"

Rosalind's eyes blazed with triumph. Not only was Nathaniel with Harrison, but something intense was unfolding between them.

"So he is with you—"

The call severed abruptly with twin beeps, leaving only hollow silence.

Isabella sprang up, face drained of color. "Did you just imply... Nathaniel's actually with Harrison?"

Rosalind's smirk widened. "Clear as daylight. You heard them yourself."

Isabella's world tilted. Why would Nathaniel abandon their plans only to chase after Harrison?

More inexplicable—how could he endure the Frostholm Curse's agony to be near her? The curse's potency was legendary; its hold should've been unbreakable.

Rosalind stepped closer, victory lacing her words. "Our bargain, Isabella. Say it—'Your Majesty.'"

"Never!" Isabella's composure shattered. "This is a trick! I refuse to believe it!"

"Need visual proof? Fine." Rosalind's challenge hung in the air. "I'll take you to them."

"Take me?"

"Seeing is believing. Once you witness them together, we'll see how defiant you remain."

Isabella's nails bit into her palms. She needed this illusion shattered.

"Now. I'll trust only my own eyes."