Chapter 8

The nerves in her head were broken one by one. After the battle between the heaven and the earth, he finally lost. He reached out and grabbed her chin, breathing slightly heavy. "Isobel! You know what you are doing?" Isobel loosened her grip on his lips. Her chin was so painful that she whimpered. She stared at him with a pair of wet eyes, like an injured deer. She said confidently, "I know. I'm sleeping with you!" Nathan was amused by her words. His eyes darkened and his voice was deep and terrible. "Are you sure?" She was confused for a while and then nodded. "Okay, I'll satisfy you." On the second floor of Harper villa. The bedroom door was slammed open. He put her on the bed, kissed her all the way down, and his clothes were scattered all over the ground. She snorted. She felt hot all over her body and her head was heavy. It was hard to tell whether it was a dream or the reality. The man's dreamy voice came to her ears, "I'll give you the last chance. Do you still want to sleep with me?" She nodded unconsciously. Nathan opened the drawer at the bedside and took out a document. "Okay, sign this first." "What?" Isobel asked in confusion "It's a basic respect for a man to go to work with a certificate." She looked at him blankly and didn't understand what he meant, but she signed it in a daze because of the alcohol. Looking at the two delicate words on the paper, Nathan smiled with satisfaction. She put the document back in the drawer and kissed her again. The room was filled with love. …… The next day, Isobel woke up in pain. Her body ached as if she had been run over by several truck. She struggled to sit up from the bed, only feeling thirsty. Seeing a glass of water on the bedside table, she picked it up and drank it without hesitation. After drinking a glass of warm water, she felt a little better. The blurred memory of last night gradually came back. She rubbed her head and vaguely remembered that she had gotten on the car with a man. Stimulated by Lewis and Barbara's continuous two phone calls, she seemed to have done something terrible? Isobel was shocked and pulled back the quilt. Although she was mentally prepared, when she saw the dense purple hickeys on her body, she couldn't help but feel a little crazy. Ah! How could this be? Depressed, she scratched her hair. Suddenly, there was a click. She was startled and quickly pulled the quilt to cover herself. "Who?" The bedroom door was opened from the outside, and the slender man walked in steadily. Isobel's eyes widened. No matter how vague her memory of last night was, she vaguely remembered what kind of man she had slept with. Today, Nathan wore a black suit and a straight white shirt. The buttons were meticulously buttoned up to the top. He had a handsome face, a cold temperament, and a cold aura that prevented strangers from getting close to him. He was holding a set of lady's clothes in his hand. When he saw her awake, he didn't show much expression on his face. She put the clothes on the head of the bed and said lightly, "go downstairs for dinner after changing your clothes." Isobel stopped him. "Well... Last night..." With his back to her, Nathan imperceptibly curled his lips, but his voice was still cold and thin. "Let's go downstairs first." Then he walked out and closed the door for her like a gentleman. After being stunned for a while, Isobel suddenly fell on the bed, grabbed a pillow and covered her head, screaming silently. Although her memory of last night was a little vague, it was not completely broken. The scattered memories were pieced up, and she probably knew what she had done to him. Ah! It was so humiliating! No matter how regretful she was, she couldn't make time come back. She went crazy for a while, finally got up from the bed, picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom in depression. When she took a shower, her face turned red again when she saw the dense bruises on her body. After taking a shower, she changed her clothes and went downstairs. She saw the man sitting on the sofa in the living room. The living room was very big, just like the bedroom upstairs. It was in the modern simple style of black and white, luxurious and reserved. The French window on the side was open, and the breeze brought a few coldness. Hearing the footsteps, he turned around. When he saw the woman standing at the stairs, his eyes flashed with amazement. Isobel was wearing a black shirt style knee length dress he brought up. The neckline was slightly open, and a black lace was around her neck. With her tall and well proportioned figure, she looked simple but sexy. His eyes darkened. He stood up and walked to the dining room. Isobel had to follow him. When she entered the restaurant, she finally caught up with him. "Sir, what happened last night... I'm really sorry. I was drunk." Nathan pulled out a chair for her to sit down, sat on the other side and said lightly, "it doesn't matter." After a pause, she added, "anyway, it's my obligation." "What?"