Chapter 135 Aren’t You Here to Kill Me?

"I can explain what happened that night." Nathaniel's low, raspy voice resonated above her. For a brief moment, Celeste didn't register his words. But it was only for a second—just a heartbeat. The very next instant, she shoved her gun against Nathaniel's chest, forcing him to back up step by step. "Let go of me!" Was he still holding her? The nerve! What was he trying to do? Did he think that by keeping her close, she would give up? Or worse—was he planning to die with her? "Let's just sit down and talk," he murmured, his voice calm as he tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he retreated slowly. Celeste's right hand covered her abdomen, protecting the life growing inside her, but her injured arm made holding the gun with her left hand unsteady. And with one swift tug from Nathaniel, she lost her balance, falling right into his chest. Before she could react, he'd already grabbed her wrist, using the momentum to disarm her with ease. "You—!" Her eyes flash