Chapter 79 I think you have ulterior motives

"I just met him today," she whispered nervously. "Lies!" Nathaniel's voice was cold, his expression icy as he confronted her, his movements unyielding. Celeste struggled to find space to breathe, turning her head to catch a glimpse of his tense jawline, a mix of restraint and frustration evident on his face. She reached out, fingers barely grasping his sturdy arm marked with veins that stood out more prominently as the intensity grew. "Be gentle." She murmured, clearly overwhelmed. Celeste's face was a portrait of distress as she instinctively clung to him, her eyes wide and pleading as she tried to explain. "It's all a misunderstanding, Mr. Ford... I really don't know Arlo." "Is that so?" Nathaniel's skepticism was palpable as he suddenly gripped her wrist, pulling her close. He maneuvered effortlessly, lifting her into position with a stern command to relax, his gaze fixed on her as she lay back against the hard desk, her hair cascading around her. Each movement was delib