M could tell that Nathan was feeling off. She gently stroked his head and asked, "What''s bothering you?"


    "I just want to hold you," Nathan whispered.


    "Are you hungry?" M gently touched his back, feeling a surge of sympathy.


    "No."


    "Are you feeling tired?"


    "I wouldn''t feel tired if I could hold you." His weariness seemed more emotional than physical.


    "Let''s head to our room. I''ll give you a massage," M said sincerely.


    Nathan chuckled and asked, "What kind of massage?"


    His tone was suggestive, and M got the hint right away. She patted his shoulder, "I mean it. When I used to care for Grandma, I picked up a few massage tricks." Nathan tenderly held her hand. "Your hands are so delicate. I don''t want to tire you out. I''ll skip the massage. Holding you is enough to make me content." Moved by his words, M kissed his forehead. She cradled his face and looked into his eyes. "When you first came in, you seemed really down. What''s going on?" "So, you jumped on me on purpose?"


    "Yeah." M''s cheeks turned pink. "I just wanted to lift your spirits."


    Nathan tapped her nose and said affectionately, "You know how to make me happy, little one."


    "General Morrison, what''s on your mind?"


    Nathan''s expression soured. "Please, don''t call me that."


    M pouted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She whispered, "Darling?"


    Nathan''s cheeks turned red. His grin widened. "Say it again."


    M shook her head. Her cheeks flushed as well.


    "Come on, just once more," Nathan urged. His arms drew her closer.


    Bashfully, M smiled and lowered her head. She murmured, "No."


    "Pretty please, just one more time." Nathan''s tone softened, full of warmth. "Or else, I might have start calling you ''Honey'' non-stop, regardless of the asion SThis content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    M panicked. "No, we haven''t even had the wedding."


    Nathan pecked her lips. "Just one more time."


    M leaned close to his ear and softly uttered, "Darling, Darling... Don''t be unhappy. You-"


    Before M could finish, Nathan gently held her face and kissed her passionately. The maids were flustered and dared not interrupt their moment.


    Lost in the intoxicating kiss, M was oblivious to everything else. Before she knew it, she was carried back to their room.


    All she could recall was Nathan pinning her to the bed once more in the room, his focus unwaveringly fixed on her body.


    While her interests revolved around


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    reading books and conducting experiments, it seemed Nathan''s newfound fascinationy in trying out various intimate positions with her in bed. He gave in to his insatiable desires.


    Later, M was still able to coax Nathan into sharing his concerns His major concern revolved around Donald''s hesitance to look into Yale during hisst three months as president.


    Nathan was deeply troubled by allowing Oliver to remain free for another three months. He was uncertain of any potential unforeseen developments during that time. Despite M''s desire to intervene in the investigation regarding Yale''s connection to Oliver, Nathan refused to let her get involved, fearing for her safety.


    M understood his concerns and didn''t push the matter further.


    With Yale being a legitimate presidential candidate, forcibly apprehending him for testing could risk offending him if it turned out he wasn''t actually Oliver. Such actions could profoundly affect Nathan''s career progression.