The girl rolled over on the soft mattress, found a comfortable spot, and drifted into a sweet sleep.Her lips moved faintly, murmuring something under her breath.
"What?" Nathaniel Fu bent down, listening carefully.
"Baby… baby…"
Nathaniel clearly heard her whisper the word, soft and tender, as if calling to someone.
Baby?
He looked at her innocent little face—she herself was like a baby.
Leaning closer, his tall frame hovering over her, he asked in a low voice, "What baby? Whose baby?"
As if hearing his question in her dream, Celia mumbled, "The baby is… Mr. Fu's~"
Nathaniel froze.
At first, he hadn't understood what she was talking about. Now he did. She was saying the baby was his.
Was she dreaming… of having my child?
His hand brushed gently against her cheek. A faint smile curved his lips as he whispered, "You should just sleep—why are you trying to seduce me, even in your dreams?"
Celia had been unusually drowsy ever since her pregnancy. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the wide, luxurious hotel bed.
How did I fall asleep here?
She hadn't even changed her clothes, let alone taken a shower.
Stretching her arms, she reached for her buttons, intending to take a relaxing rose-petal bath before resting again.
Just then, the lock clicked, and the door to the presidential suite opened.
Celia's head whipped around. The next second, she saw Nathaniel Fu's tall, striking figure framed in the doorway.
Their eyes met. Her face flushed crimson. Letting out a startled cry, she shouted, "Ah! Who told you to come in here? Get out! Get out now!"
Nathaniel had just returned from a brief trip when this scene greeted him.
The girl's coat had slipped off, revealing a delicate white lace camisole. Her slender shoulders and porcelain skin glowed under the light. Her back was graceful, her posture radiating a fragile, forbidden beauty.
His gaze lowered instinctively. Her legs, long and pale, pressed tightly together, shyly guarded just as they had been when he left her.
No wonder people believed she had never dated anyone before…
Seeing his eyes linger, Celia grew frantic. She might not have been fully exposed, but what she wore was far from modest.
Flustered, she snatched up her coat and hurled it at him. "Close your eyes! Haven't you heard the saying that a gentleman doesn't look at what he shouldn't? Shut them right now!"
The coat landed squarely on his face. Beneath it, the faint sweetness of her scent enveloped him completely.
Nathaniel's throat tightened, heat searing through him like burning coals. He could hear the quick rustle of fabric as she hurriedly dressed.
When the coat was yanked away, Celia stood in front of him again, now bundled in a long down jacket. Her clear, dark eyes glared at him fiercely.
"Get out! Leave my room!" she demanded.
But Nathaniel's lips curved in amusement. "Look closely. This is my room."
"What?"
Celia glanced around in shock. Only then did she realize—this was his presidential suite, his bed. She had fallen asleep in it.
Her cheeks burned hotter. "Even so… a respectable man should have closed his eyes!"
Recalling the way his gaze had lingered on her, a crimson blush spread across her snow-pale ears.
He was a man of power, status, and refinement—yet he had shamelessly taken advantage of her!
Her cheeks burned hotter. "Even so… a respectable man should have closed his eyes!"
Recalling the way his gaze had lingered on her, a crimson blush spread across her snow-pale ears.
He was a man of power, status, and refinement—yet he had shamelessly taken advantage of her!
Nathaniel's dark eyes deepened. He could see her clutching the jacket tightly, hiding every inch of her delicate skin from him, as if she were guarding herself against a wolf.
A low laugh escaped his lips, quiet but magnetic. This little woman… she calls me "Mr. Fu's baby" in her dreams, yet now she glares at me like I'm a criminal.
His gaze lingered on her flushed cheeks, then slid to her trembling lashes. Desire stirred restlessly inside him, threatening to break free.
But he forced it down.
Not yet.
He would wait until she stopped hiding from him, until she willingly opened her heart and body to him.
For now, he only stepped closer, his tall figure casting a shadow over her petite frame. In a low, husky voice, he murmured near her ear, "Celia… you can scold me all you want, but sooner or later, you'll realize—there's no one else you belong to but me."
Her breath caught. The heat from his body brushed against her, making her heart race uncontrollably.
Nathaniel's lips curved in satisfaction. He didn't need her answer now. After all, time was on his side.