M’s face turned red, and she averted her gaze, unable to meet Nathan’s eyes, her breath quickening. “I–I’ll take you to


    the hospital,” she stammered.


    Nathan spoke softly, “Are you concerned about the media not having enough material?”


    M shook her head vigorously. “That’s not what I meant.”


    Nathan’s gaze intensified as he stared at her blushing face, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he licked his dry lips.


    He breathed in the delicate aroma emanating from her, his heart racing, consumed by desire. The passion he had


    recently suppressed with a cold shower was now rekindled.


    His hand clenched tightly before he released it, stepping back as he instructed, “Leave.”


    M was caught off guard. “What?”


    “Stay at Sudvi. Don’t venture elsewhere,” Nathan advised sternly.


    “But what about your health? Are you truly alright?” M inquired, concern evident in her


    eyes.


    Nathan found himself drawn to her rosy lips as she spoke, each syble holding him captive like a mesmerizing poppy


    flower–tempting yet perilous.


    He had savored the taste of her lips, fully aware of their delightful allure.


    Nathan responded hoarsely, “I won’t die.”


    Recalling Sally’s reaction, M inquired, “Nate, Sally seemed clueless about what happened to Oliver. Can you fill me


    in?”


    Nathan’s frown deepened, his expression turning grim. “Do you care for him?”


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    “Not quite,” M exined anxiously. “I’m concerned that Oliver might be dead, I can’t locate my


    parents, and I’m also worried about the possibility of you facing criminal charges if something were to


    happen to him.”


    Nathan drew a deep breath, exerting all his self–control to suppress his desires. “He’s not dead. You


    should leave now.”


    “Where is he?”


    “He’s at the hospital.”


    “Did you save him?”


    Nathan was on the brink of losing hisposure. He posed one final question, “Wanda, are


    you leaving or not?”


    Meanwhile, M’s mind was consumed with questions about Oliver’s fate following her rescue.


    Shepletely overlooked Nathan’s condition, still reeling from the effects of the drugs, both mentally


    and physically.


    Persistently, she kept asking, “If Oliver isn’t dead, can I press charges against him for kidnapping?”


    Suddenly, Nathan seized her hand and pulled her toward the master bed.


    “Nate, what are you doing?” M panicked, her voice trembling.


    Nathan led her to the edge of the bed, his arm securely trapped her and one of his knees


    nestled between her legs, pressing her onto the mattress.


    M’s face turned red, her body trembling with nervous anticipation. She stuttered, “N–Nate, w–what


    are you nning to do?”


    In a whisper, Nathan uttered, “Do you realize how much agony I’m enduring at this moment?”


    M nodded, tension evident in her clear, moist eyes.


    “Do you know how many times I’ve told you to leave?”


    M shook her head in response.


    “Are you just sticking around to exploit the situation?”


    M was confused by the triple inquiry. “Exploit? Exploit what?”


    Nathan couldn’t help but smile helplessly. M had been lingering in his room, posing irrelevant


    questions. Wasn’t she here to take advantage of Sally’s absence?


    Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her lips.


    At that moment, M was so startled that her body tensed up. She stared wide–eyed at the handsome


    face before her, his features blurred and indistinct, leaving her utterly bewildered.


    Nathan’s kiss was intense, his breath warm, reminiscent of a parched desert traveler greedily


    quenching their thirst after days of longing.


    The kiss left her dizzy, her entire body feeling weak as if the air itself was being drawn away, making it hard to catch her


    breath..


    M realized what was happening and attempted to push him away, but she found herselfcking the strength to resist.


    She was kissed until her entire body felt drained and feeble.


    Nathan’s strong physique pressed against hers, seeking sce and release. She blushed, her heart racing


    uncontrobly.


    She released a shy moan, pressing her hands against his warm, solid chest.


    Nathan yfully teased and sucked on her lips and tongue, his hands caressing her body.


    A wave of unfamiliar, uncontroble sensations surged through her, leaving her body tingling with want, her mind


    foggy, and her desires insatiable.


    She felt Nathan’s body responding, a mixture of apprehension and anticipation flooding her.


    Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, shutting her eyes and attempting to surrender to the pleasure and


    intensity he offered.


    Nathan kissed her deeply yet gently, his remaining restraint preventing him from fully sumbing to his lustful desires.


    His lips, slender and delicate, glided from the corner of her mouth to her ear, catching the faint, sweet scent of her hair


    as his breath hitched slightly. Closing his eyes, he whispered, “Wanda, will you marry


    me?”