Chapter 117 You Could Take a Good Look at Your Own Body

Celeste was frozen in place, too afraid to move a muscle. She was worried that any slight movement would cause Nathaniel's hand to slip even deeper. His fingers were already tracing a path downward, taking advantage of his long reach and their current positioning, nearly touching her in a very private area. "Celeste, I apologize for earlier," Arlo suddenly said, handing her a cup of coffee. Celeste didn't take it. Reaching for it would mean stretching and standing up, which would definitely expose Nathaniel's wandering hand. And his hand was now venturing even lower… "Ah!" She let out a soft cry, a mix of discomfort and shock from Nathaniel's sudden pinch at that sensitive spot. Arlo's face tensed, his hand paused mid-air, uncertain whether to pull back or continue. Nathaniel smoothly intervened, "I'll take that. My wife doesn't like Americanos. Too bitter for her taste." "Oh, is that so?" "By the way, Mr. Duncan, you mentioned wanting to discuss a partnership?" Nathaniel's