Chapter 26: If She Wants It, I'll Give It To Her

Maggie, though uncertain of its truth, was in a good mood. Nathael, too, felt content, despite the lack of seafood.

Under the warm yellow light, steam rose from their food, partially obscuring their faces. Maggie ate little and, after finishing, propped her chin in her hand, staring blankly at Nathael. He ate more than usual, but barely touched the seafood curry.

He wiped his mouth, looked up, and saw her staring. Her gaze fell on him, but her focus seemed elsewhere. He wondered what she was thinking.

Her hair framed her face, softening her usually bright and charming demeanor. Even facing him, her eyes were less guarded and distant, as if filled with unspoken joy.

Nathael couldn't tell if her acting had improved or if she truly had ulterior motives. But in that moment, he didn't want to distinguish between truth and falsehood. He felt an uncontrollable desire to possess and dominate her, regardless of the means or consequences, even if it meant she would hate him for it.

His throat moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes, concealing the dark red desire and obsession in his gaze. Having tasted the sunlight, he could no longer bear the darkness.

It wasn't until Nathael stood to clear the dishes that Maggie snapped back to reality.

"Are you finished? I'll wash the dishes," she said with a smile, picking up the plates. "What a wonderful day!" She completely ignored Joseph, that jinx.

But Nathael wouldn't let her help. He removed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Help me take off my watch."

Maggie was momentarily stunned, then quickly stepped forward and carefully unfastened his expensive watch. Nathael said nothing and began cleaning.

"I'll wash them," Maggie offered, standing awkwardly with the watch, watching him effortlessly take control. He didn't seem the type, yet these mundane tasks didn't seem out of place.

"Oh, okay," she murmured, looking at the simple, elegant watch. She thought it must be one of his favorites; otherwise, he wouldn't have mentioned it twice. She recognized the brand—the Camerons had always been generous to her—but, since the money wasn't hers, she didn't know much about it, despite recognizing the brand.

She carefully held the watch, walked to the living room, and felt his warmth lingering on the band. Returning, she simply watched him work, with nothing to do.

Twenty minutes later, Nathael finished. He noticed red spots appearing on his arm and frowned slightly. He rolled down his sleeves and turned to Maggie. "Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Adam."

Seeing her about to leave, Maggie handed him his jacket. As she reached for his watch, she noticed two small red spots on the back of his hand and blurted, "Your hand"

"I was accidentally bitten by something," Nathael covered it, his expression unchanged.

Maggie pouted. "That thing is really mischievous."

Nathael chuckled, his dark eyes fixed on her. His voice low and deep, he said, "You're also very mischievous."

Maggie blinked, her fair face furrowed, her lips pouted. "Mr. Harris, I just treated you to dinner."

Nathael's lips curved into a faint smile. He couldn't delay any longer. He glanced at her again, then left.

As soon as he left, Maggie ran to the window. Alex was already waiting. The black Maybach sped away, disappearing from view.

Maggie returned to the sofa, hugging a pillow and staring into space. Their relationship had improved, or so she thought. At least he'd stopped calling her Maggie. Thinking this, a sense of sadness washed over her. Why did it feel like they were even more distant?

After a moment's contemplation, she shook her head. It wasn't like that. Just as she addressed him as Mr. Harris, his calling her Miss Adam indicated he no longer despised her.

Just as she dismissed these thoughts, she caught sight of a wristwatch on the coffee table.

"Oh!" She hastily stood up. Nathael had left his watch! She'd meant to remind him but had been distracted by the red spots and forgotten. But he was already gone. She picked up the watch and returned to the sofa.

As she played with it, she smiled at the thought of seeing him again. She hoped he'd leave more things next time.

Meanwhile, Nathael loosened his collar in the car, his eyes downcast. "To the hospital," he said in a deep voice.

Alex was stunned. Through the rearview mirror, he saw tiny red spots on Nathael's neck. He frowned anxiously. "Mr. Harris, you're having an allergic reaction!"

"It's fine," Nathael replied, leaning back.

Alex frowned, wasting no time. Is Maggie insane? he thought. Scheming was one thing, but trying to harm Mr. Harris was another!

He accelerated, his expression grim. After several attempts to speak, he finally blurted, "Mr. Harris, Miss Adam is very beautiful, but there are other beautiful women. She has plotted against you repeatedly, so you"

Nathael slowly opened his eyes and cut him off coldly, "Alex, that's enough."

Alex was determined. "Even if you don't want to hear it, I must say it. Maggie's intentions are clearly calculated. If it were just her usual scheming, it would be one thing, but this time she is attempting to harm you, and I cannot be silent!"

Many women desired Nathael—for his looks, power, or him as a person. Alex had witnessed it all. He believed that with someone like Nathael, ulterior motives were inevitable. But at least those women were willing.

Maggie was different. He despised her most because she calculated everything, without scruples, yet revealed nothing of her true feelings. Everything she sought and took was for the Camerons. She was cold and indifferent, heartless.

Nathael gazed out the window and scoffed. "Do you think she values life? If she wants it, I will give it to her."