His voice was low and husky, carrying an edge of command. "Answer it yourself. It's probably Rosalie. Don't keep her waiting."
Celia wasn't exactly experienced in matters like this, but after being with Nathaniel for some time, she had grown accustomed to his very particular tastes.
He liked women who looked pure and innocent in public, yet playful and alluring in private.
Perhaps his so-called "moonlight" had been that kind of woman as well.
Men never forget their first love—especially a man like Nathaniel Fu. Every woman who came after was likely just a shadow of that first one.
A flicker of curiosity stirred within Celia. She almost regretted not opening that photo back then—at least she would know whose shadow she was standing in.
"Mr. Fu, since you're so worried about Rosalie waiting anxiously, why don't you answer the call yourself?" Celia tried to pull her hand away, but Nathaniel caught her wrist, refusing to let her go.
"Are you jealous?" he asked, his eyes narrowing with amusement.
Celia's gaze lifted, her eyes glimmering with teasing mischief. "Yes, I am. I'm jealous. So, Mr. Fu… why don't you comfort me?"
Her delicate fingers brushed against his phone and slipped it out.
Nathaniel's sharp eyes darkened when he saw her holding the device. Sure enough, the caller ID displayed Rosalie. Celia tapped the screen and held the phone up for him, her smile playful as she brought it to his ear.
"Hello, Mr. Fu," Rosalie's sweet voice rang through. "Where are you right now? I've been waiting for you. Aren't you coming?"
Nathaniel looked down at Celia, who lay beneath him, and replied evenly, "I don't have time tonight."
"Mr. Fu… what are you doing?"
"I'm sleeping."
With that, he ended the call and tossed the phone aside.
Celia blinked, startled. Sleeping? Anyone grown-up knew exactly what he meant. Rosalie must have been left stunned, maybe even close to tears.
"Mr. Fu, that wasn't very kind of you," Celia said, half-laughing. "Rosalie might be crying her eyes out by now."
Nathaniel leaned down, his lips brushing her cheek. "Didn't you just ask me to coax you? Wasn't that enough?"
Those words were clearly meant for Rosalie—but somehow, they warmed Celia's heart. She felt a sweetness rise within her.
With a mock pout, she fluttered her lashes and answered in a sugary tone, "No. Do I look like someone who's that easy to coax?"
Nathaniel chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt with unhurried fingers. "Got it. Then I'll try another way. But this method… takes time and effort."
Celia's face instantly flushed, her petite frame shivering as her breath quickened. It was far too easy for him to overwhelm her.
Pinned beneath him, she suddenly remembered something and blurted, "What does 'Fu Top Brand' even mean? You owe me an explanation."
Nathaniel's striking features hovered close, his presence intoxicating.
Celia stammered, her cheeks scarlet. "It's… it's a compliment. You're handsome, strong… Mr. Fu, you're truly remarkable."
His lips curved into a smile as he murmured against her ear, "Little devil."
···
Dinner, prepared by a six-star chef, soon arrived. Nathaniel sat on the edge of the bed, then gathered her into his arms. "You can sleep later. Eat first."
Celia was so worn out she barely had the strength to lift her arms. Resting limply in his embrace, her hands pressed against her stomach.
"What's wrong?" Nathaniel immediately noticed the subtle change in her.
Celia shook her head weakly. "I don't know. I just suddenly feel a bit uncomfortable… like there's a heaviness in my lower abdomen."