The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1850

Chapter 1850

Nathan gritted his teeth, "Then just answer my question quickly."

Yulia chuckled, laying back on the bed, her head tilted as she gazed at Nathan. "What answer do you want to hear?"

Nathan's eyes narrowed, his grip on her leg tightened as he slightly pulled it aside, the pose a tad embarrassing.

"Well? You sure you don't want to talk?"

After a moment's hesitation, she shifted her body slightly upward and then smiled, saying, "If I say I don't, what are you going to do about it?"

Nathan leaned in closer, "What do you think?"d2

Feeling his outline and his intense breath, Yulia's breathing hitched, "I miss you."

But she didn't mean it.

Nathan's brow twitched, thinking he must be crazy to suddenly ask her this kind of question, only to make things awkward for himself. Regardless, he had a more pressing matter to attend to.

His hand moved in another direction, his voice laced with mischief, "Then I need to check just how much you're missing me."

Yulia tensed suddenly as she felt something, but then gradually sank into the rhythm of Nathan’s thrusts, completely carried along by his lead. Worried that Anya might really come up, Yulia was restless. She wanted to end their tryst quickly. Nathan pulled her back down to the bed.

"Stop. Anya will really come looking. Ah..."

Yulia tried to resist, but Nathan prevailed once again. Holding her waist tightly, he didn't pause, "Stay still, didn't you say you missed me? I haven't felt just how much yet."

Yulia clenched her teeth, her voice a chaotic whisper, "I should've never said I missed you."

"Heh," Nathan chuckled, "Then you might end up a hundred times more exhausted than now."

The sudden increase in intensity made Yulia bite down hard on her lip, a frown creasing her brow, her hands clutching him tightly. "Be gentle..."

--

Stepping out of the washroom, Yulia's expression had returned to normal, as if the messy romance that just unfolded in the room was nothing more than a dream.

Nathan, already presentable, watched Yulia emerge and his brow furrowed slightly. Suddenly, he said, "Damon and Chloe are both smart."

Yulia turned her head, looking at him with confusion.

Nathan pursed his lips, "Chloe knows that even if those women are brought home, Damon wouldn't entertain any other thoughts."

Yulia was speechless for a while before conceding, "Yes, she's smart, and Damon isn't that kind of man."

"But Chloe still seemed pretty upset. She knows the truth, so why get angry?"

Nathan's question made Yulia frown, but she remained silent. Why indeed? Maybe she just wanted to take the opportunity to show how much she cared for Damon.

Caring was the only reason for such a big reaction.

True or false, it didn't matter. Wasn't that what life was about?

Everyone had lied in life. As long as the end result was ideal, and the present moment was happy, that was enough.

Nathan was right. There was no need for her to fret over things she had no right to worry about. Being happy was what mattered.

"I don't know, maybe it's just because she cares too much about Damon. They say a woman in love becomes dumb. Perhaps, even if she's smart, she can be swayed by appearances." She said, brushing her hair back with her hand, turning to leave.

"So what are your thoughts?"

Nathan's voice rose again, causing Yulia to pause. She turned to look at him, "What could I possibly think about their situation?"

After a second's pause, she added, "My thought is that they really have a great relationship."

"And you? No other thoughts about what Chloe said last?"

"What did she say again?" Yulia pondered, "That you should be careful and not take Anya to those places?"

She smiled, "I wasn't going to say anything since you were already scolded by Chloe, but since you brought it up, I'll add that, even though I know you wouldn't do anything with Anya there, she still shouldn't be in such a place. She's young, innocent, and those aren't the sorts of things she should be exposed to."

Nathan's face chilled a bit, "Is that all?"

Yulia blinked, "What else?"

"What if I hadn't taken Anya? If I had gone to that place alone?"

Yulia stopped in her tracks, the smile freezing on her face. Nathan's eyes bore into her as he leaned against the window frame. "What if I went alone? What then?"

After a moment of silence, Yulia said, "I assume you had a very important reason."

Nathan's gaze intensified, and he let out a cold laugh, "You really are understanding."

Yulia just smiled and didn't reply.

Nathan's expression didn't improve as a knock came at the door, and Anya's voice filtered through. "Yulipop, Nathan. It's lunchtime, open up."

Yulia walked to the door and opened it.

Anya entered, grasping Yulia's hand, her big eyes scanning the room before settling on Nathan.

"Nathan, time to eat."

Yulia lifted Anya, "Alright, he heard you. Let's go call Damon and Chloe for lunch."

"Okay, then Nathan, you go downstairs and wait for me. I'll come down to you soon." Anya said.

As they descended, Nathan was already seated in the dining room, digging in. His bowl was nearly empty which caused Anya to pout in annoyance. "Nathan's mean, eating without waiting for me."

Damon shot icy glares at him, too. He dared to eat before his wife?

Chloe, on the other hand, sat down with a soft smile, a bowl of soup placed beside her by the help.

In just that short time, Nathan handed his empty bowl to the servant, "Another serving, please."

The servant hurriedly obliged.

Nathan's appetite was well-known to everyone. Yulia showed no surprise, attending to Anya's meal, her soft talking a gentle backdrop. The clinking of cutlery and occasional bits of conversation created a pleasant atmosphere.

Nathan had just finished his second helping when he pushed his chair back and stood up. "I'm stuffed, got a ton of work back at the office. Gotta run."

Yulia's hand paused mid-air, spoon in grip, as she dished out some apple pie to Anya.

Anya turned to Nathan, her eyes wide, "But Nathan, you said you'd hang out with me this afternoon."

"Something came up, kiddo. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Chloe set down her fork, glancing up from her half-eaten slice of pie to catch Nathan's retreating figure before turning her attention back to Yulia.

At that moment, Damon reached over to serve Chloe another helping of green beans. "Better eat up while it's hot."

Chloe's gaze returned to her plate.

--

Anya was in a funk all afternoon, and Yulia didn't linger at the estate, opting to take Anya home instead. No matter how Yulia tried to cheer her up, Anya couldn't muster a smile. As evening approached, Anya grew more unsettled, tears pooling in her big eyes, stubbornly held back.

"What exactly did Nathan promise to do with you? Isn't mom enough company?"

Anya shook her head, and the tears finally spilled over, "No, mommy can't. Mommy doesn't like it. It's a secret between me and Nathan. Nathan's a meanie..."

Anya had bottled up her feelings all afternoon, but now they burst forth uncontrollably.

Yulia, who had been keeping her own emotions in check, felt her head pound with the sound of Anya's crying. "Anya..."

"Nathan's a big fat liar..."

Yulia rubbed her forehead and pulled Anya into her arms, speaking softly, "Sweetie, Nathan's really busy right now. He's got a mountain of work waiting for him at the company, and I'm sure he'd rather be playing with you. Work is tough, and he doesn't like to stand you up. Next time, shall we ask Nathan to make it up to you?"

Anya's crying subsided, though her eyes still swam with tears, "Is Nathan really that tired?"

Yulia nodded, "Yeah, he is. So when you see him, maybe you could give him a comfort hug, huh?"

Anya wiped her eyes, her voice still shaky, "Okay."

Yulia breathed a sigh of relief, "So, how about we go take a bath and head to bed?"

Anya nodded. After an afternoon of sadness, she was exhausted. As Yulia spoke, Anya rubbed her eyes again and yawned.

Yulia ruffled her hair and carried her into the bedroom.

--

Nathan didn't come home all night.

Thinking back to his grim expression that afternoon, Yulia pursed her lips and turned off the lights.

The next day, Sunday, Anya woke up early, her eyes noticeably puffy. She kept rubbing them as Yulia, though tired, got up to help Anya wash up and placed a cold compress over her eyes.

Just as Yulia was about to head downstairs to make breakfast, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, but she answered without a second thought.

"Hello?"

"Is this Miss Yulia?"

The caller's polite yet distant tone made her frown, "Yes, who is this?"

"I'm calling from the local precinct. Do you know a Mr. Nathan Harper?"

Yulia's frown deepened, "Yes, what happened?"

"Well, Mr. Nathan was involved in a bar fight last night after having too much to drink. He's currently in our custody."

"A fight? Why?"

"It seems there was a disagreement over a lady, apparently."

Yulia went silent for a moment, "You do realize who he is, right? Didn't you contact the Harper family to handle this?"

"Um. the Harper family seems uninterested. They said that we might have the wrong person. Mr. Damon mentioned the Harper family doesn't have men who get drunk, let alone brawl while

intoxicated."

Yulia was speechless.

"Would you be able to...?" The caller was obviously treading lightly. A Harper in their hands was more trouble than they wanted.

"I'll be there shortly."

"Thank you."

The caller sounded relieved.

Not long after, Carly came over, and only then did Yulia leave.

Upon reaching her destination, she inquired about Nathan and was immediately escorted to an office.

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