Chapter 2 Take it off!

Nathaniel looked at the arm wrapped around his wrist. It was slender, with skin so pale it didn't look like it had seen much sun, which was odd for someone who supposedly grew up in the countryside. But there was a clear hint of muscle there. He glanced down and saw the side of the girl's face, her hair fluttering in the breeze, her face lit up with excitement about marrying into a wealthy family. Nathaniel frowned and pulled his hand back, a wave of confusion washing over him. Could an ordinary girl really have such well-defined muscles without years of training? "You…" He suddenly realized her hand had been on him the whole time and hadn't moved. "Mr. Ford is really… drool-worthy, haha." "?" Celeste's eyes were bright. Initially, she just wanted to marry Mr. Ford to hide her true identity, but now, seeing Nathaniel's good genes, she started thinking about other possibilities. Her mom had passed away early, reminding her on her deathbed to find a family who truly loved her. To Celeste, love, marriage, and men seemed too unrealistic, so why not just have a baby on her own? Now that her undercover job was ending, and she was about to capture the boss and retire, it seemed like the perfect time to have a child. And this man had excellent genes! Nathaniel, however, didn't respond and headed straight for the bedroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the girl shadowing him, which deepened his doubts. He suddenly stopped. "Ouch!" Celeste ran into him, rubbing the sore spot on her forehead, looking up just as he began to take off his coat. His shirt outlined every muscle, and as he casually loosened his tie, his slightly undone shirt offered a peek of his tanned chest—undeniably sexy! Right then, Celeste decided he was the ideal father for her future child. However, now she hesitated, unsure how to … seduce him. Nathaniel quickly closed the distance, grabbed her waist before she could react, and drew her in close. Celeste's eyes widened, her heart racing, thankful for his initiative. Fighting the urge to flee, she mustered her courage. She laid her hand flat against his stomach. What? Seeing no reaction to his overt assertiveness, Nathaniel scowled, pushed her away, and turned to leave. "Mr. Ford, aren't you staying?" Celeste caught his hand, her eyes wide with genuine nervousness, her voice slightly rough, "It's our wedding night. Are you leaving because, like my sister said, you think I'm not good enough for you?" "I didn't mean it like that." Nathaniel, clearly annoyed, quickly dropped Celeste’s hand. Nathaniel was quickly losing patience and had no interest in comforting someone like her. When Nathaniel suddenly appeared disinterested, Celeste bit the bullet and decided to go all in! She began to cry, even pretending to be so overwhelmed with sorrow that she became unsteady and fell into him. "You—" Nathaniel instinctively started to push her away, but then he caught sight of a red birthmark behind her ear. That birthmark? It looked incredibly similar to that girl! Memories flashed through his mind. His parents had unexpectedly passed away in Sea City, and the only thing left behind was a blurry photo showing a girl with a red birthmark behind her ear! His breathing became rapid. Always cautious, his hands now balled into fists, ready to confront the person in front of him. At that moment, the girl leaned into him, tilting her body at a 45-degree angle, displaying an unusual amount of core strength. Even if she wasn't who he thought, she was certainly no ordinary person! Was she really getting close to him with some hidden agenda? "Mr. Ford, we should..." "Take it off!" A commanding voice suddenly cut through the air. Celeste froze, her face lifting to meet his intense gaze. "Strip down!" He commanded coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth. He wanted her to strip down completely to see what tricks she might try to pull. Celeste stiffened, "What?" Playing this game? It seemed all men were the same, unpredictable and prone to mood swings. She lowered her head, hiding the irritation in her eyes. Fine, she'd strip! After all, she was only after his genes... Her long eyelashes drooped. There was no need to pretend, but her fingers trembled slightly as she started to undo her clothes. Having no experience in this, Celeste found undressing surprisingly challenging. By the time she dropped the last piece of clothing, she stood there completely bare, under Nathaniel's bold gaze. Usually bold herself, she now felt an uncharacteristic shyness and a slight dread about what was to come. Nathaniel's towering figure added to the pressure. He reached out and touched her. Her skin was smooth as milk, her chest prominent, the pink tips hardening from the exposure. Nathaniel's fingers slowly slid further down, tracing her taut waist. Then, continuing, he pushed a finger between her clenched legs... “You…” He was being so rude that Celeste couldn't help but feel annoyed. Yet, she kept her head down, allowing him to scrutinize her. She was confident in her disguise, relying on military-grade synthetic skin to cover most of her scars, and the other details weren't a concern—after all, Nathaniel was just a businessman, easy enough to deceive. Nathaniel was filled with doubt. Celeste's arms were smooth and unblemished, lacking the scars that should have marked them. And that birthmark behind her ear? It seemed vaguely familiar but wasn't quite right. Could he have been mistaken? "Since we're married, let's just get this over with," Celeste snapped, tired of being inspected like an item for sale. She gathered her courage and reached out to him. Nathaniel swallowed hard. His intention had been to test her, but now he felt an unexpected surge of heat. He couldn't believe it—he, who had never paid much attention to women, was actually feeling a physical attraction to her. But in the next instant, his suspicion was piqued as he grasped her hands and felt the rough calluses on her palms. Her skin was otherwise as smooth as marble, but why did she have thick calluses right where her thumbs met her palms? Those were the sort only seen on someone used to handling guns regularly! He quickly turned the tables, grabbed her, and pinned her down on the bed. "What are you up to?" he demanded, as Celeste's soft body collided with his firm chest. His hand shifted slightly, easily encompassing her chest. Nathaniel felt his body heat up, his lower body hardening, pressing insistently between Celeste's legs. “Mr. Ford, you…” Celeste was also experiencing this for the first time—naked, pinned under a man, his masculine scent enveloping her, her entire body flushing, even her toes curling in embarrassment. She was irritated. Why was he still questioning her? They were both naked; what else could possibly happen? Despite Celeste's boldness, this was her first time dealing with intimacy. She was too nervous to notice his change in expression, her face red as she clumsily worked to remove the last of their clothing... Just as her pants came off, Nathaniel's member pressed against her softness. So wet... Nathaniel briefly closed his eyes, his years of self-control crumbling at that moment. Especially when she timidly spread her legs slightly wider, pulling him closer... Suddenly, Nathaniel's eyes snapped open, remembering Celeste's uncertain identity. His sense of crisis flared, and he instinctively thrust forward. Caught between testing and indulging, he allowed himself to enter her forcefully—"