Chapter 1090 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

Chapter 1090 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

Nathaniel seemed fine to be addressed as a disgusting rat, so Jackson was right. He had placed himself in a lower position than me. Perhaps he was coddling me. No matter what, I should add fuel to the fire now.

I slumped onto the sofa and twisted my body to show a few seductive poses. In a low voice, I mumbled, “Either you take my life, or you’ll have to endure similar scenes in the future. I want you to see how much I love Anthony. It could’ve been yours, but you rejected it.” Chuckling, I raised my voice to make sure he could hear each and every word clearly. “You were the one who avoided me and gave up!”

Nathaniel turned at his shoulder as though he had just heard a ridiculous joke. “I gave up? Does that mean you’re the one who decides whether I will get to love you? Am I a charity case?”

Charity case was a rather degrading term, and it wasn’t what I meant. Alas, I had no choice but to go on. “I said nothing of the sort, but I wanted to treat you and Anthony fairly. You were the one who hid away from me. You know I love him dearly, so I couldn’t control myself.”

After all, the more intimate one was with someone, the better one would be at coming up with hurtful sentences.

Though it might be my own wishful thinking, besides Nora, I should be the only person of the opposite sex that Nathaniel had spent the most time with. I knew him better than anyone, so it was pretty easy for me to deliver a fatal blow to him.

Indeed, Nathaniel was infuriated. He grabbed my hands swiftly when I tried to struggle and flipped me over.

Pressing his cheek next to mine, he warned, “You’d better know who your master is!”

Flustered, I went all out. “I’d rather end myself than let you succeed!”

Nathaniel was unfazed, for he continued unbuttoning his shirt as though he were a robot carrying out an order. “You want to treat us fairly, right? If we don’t have a try, how would you find out whether your body prefers me or Anthony more?”

I didn’t expect someone as arrogant as Nathaniel would be foolish enough to connect one’s body and heart together. He thought that conquering either would get him the other one.

I sneered, raised my chin, and prepared to end myself by biting on my tongue hard. I wanted to show him how stubborn I was. He could never win my heart or mess around with my body.

Nathaniel hadn’t realized my plan. He couldn’t wait to vent his lust, so after unbuttoning his shirt, he reached out to me.

I was wearing a long dress with buttons all the way up to my neck. It had as many buttons as his shirt. I saw Nathaniel frowning in irritation as he stretched his hand out.

At that, I laughed gaily. Nathaniel grabbed my collar, an ominous black thundercloud of temper settling over him.

Rip!

I was both embarrassed and furious. Without thinking much, I bit my tongue. Hopefully, our ancestors weren’t lying when they claimed one would die when one’s tongue broke off. I didn’t want to end up as helpless as a flapping fish and regain consciousness to face the humiliating situation.

As sweat trickled down my forehead from the excruciating pain, I belatedly realized Nathaniel had stopped his advances.

At once, I stopped biting on my tongue and opened my eyes.

Nathaniel was still towering over me. However, he had narrowed his gaze and was staring at my left shoulder, seemingly in a daze.

Before I could react, something seemed to occur to Nathaniel. He whipped his head around to look at me and squeezed my cheeks, forcing me to open my mouth.

At the sight of the blood on my tongue, he bristled. “I knew it! You tried to end yourself!”

I belatedly recalled the gunshot on my left shoulder. It happened when he forced me into a corner.

The ugly scar reminded him that the woman he was infatuated with would take her own life if she were forced into a corner.

I was inwardly pleased. After all, I could use my life to threaten him.

Nathaniel knew why I had a smile hanging on my lips, but his hands were tied. In the end, he released his grip on me and stood up. Walking away, he buttoned his shirt again.

I coughed and regained my composure. “Are you finally admitting that you can’t bring yourself to harm me?” I didn’t forget to tease him.

“Perhaps you’re right. But from today onward, you’ll have to stay here.” Nathaniel was cool and collected as usual.

“Why? Trying the familiarity breeds fondness trick?” I retorted.

After fastening the last button, Nathaniel turned to shoot me an exasperated look. In the end, he chose not to say anything. Picking up the suit jacket on the ground, he strode upstairs.

I made sure his footsteps had faded away before my smile slipped. Scrambling to my feet, I studied the house closely.

The house was minimalistic and simple. There was a sofa, a ceiling light above it, a coffee table, and a dining table about half a meter long. The open kitchen had a grey and white color scheme. It seemed like there were only the both of us here.

Is this Nathaniel’s den? Hmm, it doesn’t look like it.

After a brief tour of the first floor, I didn’t find anything suspicious. As Nathaniel wasn’t going to force me into submission, I plucked up my courage and headed to the second floor.

There were three rooms on the second floor. The door of the room right next to the stairs was slightly ajar. I tiptoed over carefully and pushed the door open.

Once inside, I realized Nathaniel was taking a shower. His clothes were draped over the sofa. There was another door leading to his bedroom. The most intimate space would be one’s bedroom. Perhaps there was evidence of his crime inside.

I turned at my shoulder and confirmed the water was still running in the bathroom before dashing in cautiously.

The interior was emptier than I had expected. Besides the bed and the light hanging on the ceiling, the view was unobstructed. I knew I wouldn’t get anything here.

“You’d rather die than be coerced into submission earlier, and now you’re offering yourself. Don’t tell me you’re trying to play hard to get.” Nathaniel’s voice boomed out, snapping me out of my reverie. I had no idea when he stepped out of the bathroom.

Feeling guilty, I turned on my heels to the sight of Nathaniel with only a bath towel around his waist. His upper torso was exposed, so I instinctively cowered back.

Without giving me a chance to react, Nathaniel gazed at me for two short seconds before coming over to sweep me off my feet. He then strode into the bedroom with me in his arms.

Coming to a stop beside the bed, he pulled the covers open and tossed me into the bed.

I had just gotten to my feet when Nathaniel joined me in bed. He flung his arm around me, and we fell back into bed together. With one arm pinning me down, he pulled the covers up.

Before I could struggle out of his reach, Nathaniel pinned me down with his weight and warned, “I won’t touch you, but you need to give me something to look forward to. Be a good girl.” He was right. I had to give him something so all hell would break loose.

The fish had taken the bait, so I’d be a fool to not reel it in. Tamping down my hatred, I lay beside him obediently.

Eventually, his breathing steadied, and he dozed off.

Someone as sharp as Nathaniel wouldn’t fall into a deep sleep. A tiny move might jolt him up. As I had provoked him countless times today, it wouldn’t be a great idea to continue provoking him. I couldn’t risk it.

I stayed up the entire night. When dawn broke, I sensed Nathaniel waking up and immediately shut my eyes to pretend to be asleep.

A few minutes later, Nathaniel got up. He changed out of his pajamas and went downstairs.

He had prepared breakfast, and it was served on the dining table. When I headed downstairs, he was nowhere to be seen.

I didn’t feel like eating. Besides, after what I went through last night, I wasn’t planning on eating everything that Nathaniel offered me.

I went upstairs with the plan of exploring the other two rooms. Alas, I had underestimated Nathaniel’s vigilance, for both rooms were locked. I couldn’t even get in.

After searching around, I didn’t find anything to break the lock and slumped in disappointment.

I was about to call for help before recalling that my phone and bag were left behind in Rylee’s house. There was nothing for me to contact the outside world in this house.

Left with no choice, I ran outside and prayed fervently that the reason I didn’t see any houses nearby was that the lighting was bad last night. Today, I finally got an unobstructed view of the hilltop. Nathaniel’s house was the only house here, and there were no other houses nearby. He was literally living in seclusion.

Stumped, my only alternative was to return and get some rest. After staying up yesterday and this morning, I was exhausted. Not long after I returned to the bed, I fell into a deep sleep.

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