Celia's face turned pale.So that was the reason.He had gotten drunk and mistaken her for Sylvia that night.
Great.Just perfect.
She clenched her fists, resisting the overwhelming urge to slap that maddeningly handsome face of his again.What a bastard.
Without saying another word, Celia pushed him away and stormed off to the bathroom.
Nathaniel followed close behind.She stood at the sink, running her hands under cold water. Her long lashes cast shadows under her eyes, revealing her mood without a word.
He leaned against the doorway, then walked up behind her, wrapping an arm around her slim waist."What's wrong? Are you mad?" he asked softly.
No.Of course not.How could she dare to be?
He had no idea she wasn't the woman he thought she was.She wasn't Sylvia.She was Celia—the one he despised most.
Celia struggled against him, her voice trembling, "Let me go."
But instead of letting her go, Nathaniel tightened his grip around her waist."Mrs. Fu," he said in a low voice, "do I look like someone who's easy to reason with?"
Celia's eyes filled with tears from the pressure. She looked up, meeting his eyes through the mirror.His gaze was steady, cold, burning like a flame that didn't allow resistance.
Her heart pounded.She had nearly forgotten—Nathaniel Fu was a man who never tolerated disobedience.In the business world, and in his private life, what he wanted, he got.Especially when it came to something he believed was his—like his wife.
So tonight wasn't about intimacy.It was about claiming ownership.
No.She couldn't do it.She was Celia—the one he loathed—not Sylvia, the one he adored.
"Nathaniel, my body—" she began.
He cut her off, his tone mocking. "What? Still on your period? It's been almost a month, hasn't it?"
Celia's cheeks burned with shame.
Nathaniel's kiss landed on her cheek, his hand sliding slowly down her waist to the top of her knee-high white socks.
With the cigarette still in hand, his fingers slipped beneath the edge of the sock and began pushing it down.
Celia's lashes trembled violently.Her school uniform clung to her, delicate and pure. His dark trousers brushed against her legs—black and sharp, dangerously masculine.
It was a striking, taboo image.
She finally broke the silence, her voice cold and defiant."Mr. Fu, do you like schoolgirls? I heard businessmen like you have a thing for them."
Nathaniel chuckled, tossing his cigarette into the ashtray."You said it yourself—businessmen like schoolgirls. Am I not a businessman?"
Yes.He was.But no matter how she looked at him, Nathaniel Fu was always angry. Always unpredictable.
Without warning, he picked her up and tossed her onto the soft bed.
Celia closed her eyes, trying to resist, but his hand caught her wrist, slender fingers pinning her in place."Don't move," he ordered.
Then he kissed her again.
Celia froze beneath him, teeth clenched, unwilling.
Nathaniel pulled back, frustrated. He pinched her cheeks with one hand, forcing her lips into an "O.""Trying to ruin my mood, Mrs. Fu? You won't open your mouth, is that it?"
Her eyes filled with tears as she stared at him, black and white irises glistening like broken glass.
He leaned over her, and at that moment, everything in her mind turned to chaos.
This wasn't like before.He'd been gentle—considerate, even.But tonight... tonight he was a completely different man.Dominant. Cold. Merciless.
What changed?
Then he whispered in her ear, two words that shattered her completely.
"Sylvia…"
He called out Sylvia's name.
He was lying on top of her—kissing her—touching her—while calling out another woman's name.
Celia's face lost all color.Her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest.