Chapter 68 Are we still playing, Honey?

"Mr. Martin not happy to see me?" Nathaniel smirked, striding over to the sofa, his towering figure imposing. Flattered, Elias quickly offered him a seat. Yet Nathaniel just stood there, his gaze dropping to the space between them. "Mr. Ford, please, have a seat here! And you, make sure we're well taken care of," Elias, seasoned as he was, quickly caught on to Nathaniel's cue. He had just noticed a stunning woman, and Nathaniel, sharp as ever, had already set his sights on her. Even went as far as to touch her? Was this the same Nathaniel who steered clear of women and was devoted to his wife? Celeste was speechless. She had hoped that the dim lighting and Elias's drunkenness would prevent him from recognizing her, but now, with Nathaniel's arms around her under those scrutinizing eyes, her veil was practically pointless. And Nathaniel's hands were far from idle, sliding down to her hips and giving a deliberate pinch. "Ah." Celeste let out an involuntary yelp. With the room