Chapter 62 You like biting?

Nathaniel had never been the type to comfort a girl. Seeing Celeste cry, her face wet with tears, really hit him hard—like he was missing a piece of his heart. "Celeste, please don't cry." He instinctively reached out and gently pulled her into a hug. Celeste resisted a bit, her small face lifted up, tear-streaked and her nose red. She put her hands on Nathaniel's chest and hesitated as he came closer. "No." "Why not?" Nathaniel leaned in, trying to read her mixed signals. But he heard her sniffling, tears swirling in her eyes for a long time, her face full of misery. "Mr. Ford, you don't love me anymore, do you?" "No way." He denied it flatly, but Celeste, not letting it go, grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. Their faces were inches apart, her breath sweet and her lips temptingly close, almost like a tease. Nathaniel swallowed hard. "Oh, so it's my fault, isn't it?" As she spoke, Celeste kissed his cheek, her beautiful eyes fluttering, her cheeks tinted with a hint