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Chapter 321

Before I could say anything else, Nate pulled me into a tight hug, lifting me slightly off the floor as he celebrated my answer. I felt his strong arms around my waist, his laughter vibrating against my chest in a way that made me completely melt. "I'd already mentally prepared an entire persuasion speech," he said near my ear, his voice full of relief and happiness. "Logical arguments about financial practicality, emotional appeals about how amazing it would be to wake up together every day, maybe even a presentation with charts showing the projected increase in our happiness." I laughed out loud, picturing Nate in full executive mode, creating detailed slides about the statistical benefits of living together, complete with upward-trending happiness graphs. "I don't doubt it for a second," I said, still in his arms, savoring the sense of safety he always gave me. "And since I know I'd stand absolutely no chance against a well-structured presentation from the COO of Kensington Eu

Chapter 322

The call came two days after the improvised party at Nate's house. We were having coffee together in the kitchen, talking through the apartments we were going to tour. He'd scheduled five different options in neighborhoods he thought I'd love. Suddenly, Nate's phone rang, the precinct's number flashing on the screen. "We need you to come in again for a few clarifications," Detective Thompson said on the other end, his tone professional but not urgent. "Routine matters. Fact-checking. Verifying a few details from the statements. Nothing too complicated, but it's necessary for the case." My stomach tightened instantly, like someone had cinched a hard knot right in the center of my abdomen. The breakfast I'd been enjoying seconds earlier suddenly lost all flavor, my mouth going dry. I'd thought the hardest part was over. I'd thought I could finally start processing the trauma in peace, at my own pace, without being forced to relive the most disturbing details of that terrible night.

Chapter 323

"What do you mean, disappeared?" Nate asked, his voice edged with growing irritation. A bitter, ironic laugh slipped out of me, echoing through the cold, sterile room at the precinct. The situation was so absurdly predictable it almost felt laughable. if it weren't so infuriating. "With money and influence," I replied, my voice dripping with a cynicism I barely recognized in myself. "I've seen this happen before. And the culprit was a corrupt, criminal Kensington then, too." Richardson continued his explanation with the professional patience of someone who had handled cases like this more times than he cared to count. "System failure, according to the hotel," he said, unmistakable skepticism woven into every word. "Data corruption during the exact hours that matter. The footage from before and after is perfectly intact, but the recordings from the time you were in the room and when James was arrested, simply no longer exist." "That can't be a coincidence," Nate said, his voic

Chapter 324

Nathaniel's POV "I mean, it's not like I'm planning this for tomorrow or trying to put any pressure on you," Annie said, her words coming out in a slightly nervous rhythm. "But I think these things need to be clear early on. So we know… whether we're on the same page." She was staring down at the garden beneath the terrace, deliberately avoiding my eyes in a way that told me just how much this conversation mattered to her. "Of course I want kids," I replied immediately, my heart warming at the future I'd already imagined countless times with Annie by my side. Annie wrapped her arms around me with a force that caught me off guard. Her relief was almost tangible in the intensity of her embrace. I felt her arms tighten around my neck, her body finally relaxing against mine in a way that told me she'd been carrying far more tension about this than she'd let on. But I knew I had to be honest with her. Even if it meant potentially shattering the perfect moment we were sharing on th

Chapter 325

"And what did you do?" Gwen asked, leaning slightly over the small pub table, her dark eyes full of curiosity and concern. We were sitting at The George Inn, a traditional pub in Southwark that Gwen had chosen because it was "authentically British," as she'd put it. The atmosphere was exactly what you'd expect from a classic London pub with dark wooden beams overhead, timeworn tables, and the constant hum of overlapping conversations mixed with clinking glasses and bursts of laughter. Our plates of fish and chips were still steaming in front of us, alongside two pints of strong beer I'd ordered, desperately needing something to dull the anxiety that had settled in my chest ever since the conversation at the house in Notting Hill. "I lied!" I shot back, louder than I meant to, slamming my beer down on the wooden table hard enough to make a few people nearby glance in our direction. "What else was I supposed to do?" Foam spilled over the rim of the glass, spreading across the table

Chapter 326

Nate's house looked like an organized battlefield, cardboard boxes scattered across the living room floor and carefully sorted piles of clothes, books, and personal items covering nearly every available surface. I was sitting in the middle of the chaos, helping organize his impressive collection of business books and biographies, when I realized the problem I'd been avoiding had become impossible to ignore. "Nate," I called out, glancing around the spacious room that had turned into a temporary moving warehouse. "I think we have a bit of a problem." He emerged from the office carrying a stack of folders and important documents, his hair slightly mussed from the effort of organizing years of professional and personal life. The domestic sight of him made me smile despite my growing concern about the logistics of the move. "What kind of problem?" he asked, carefully setting the documents into a box labeled Office. "The kind where not all of this is going to fit in the new house,"

Chapter 327

Steam still clung to my skin when I opened the door to the suite's bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a white towel that smelled like our fresh lemon soap. Nate was kneeling beside the bed, his muscular back tense as he plugged the last cable into the outlet near the nightstand. The late-afternoon light streaming through the curtainless window gilded his damp skin, highlighting every muscle shifting beneath the surface. "All set," he announced, turning with a tired smile that made my chest tighten with love. "Now we're officially living here." I didn't answer. I just crossed the few steps between the bathroom and the bed and collapsed onto the mattress, my towel slipping open in a dangerously careless way. A groan escaped me, one that came straight from the depths of my soul. "I am not moving a single muscle today," I declared to the ceiling, every fiber of my body screaming with exhaustion. I heard Nate chuckle softly before standing up. His footsteps drew closer, and then his f

Chapter 328

The Kensington lobby had never felt as imposing as it did that Monday morning. The polished marble walls and crystal chandeliers that once impressed me now felt like silent witnesses to my return to the corporate world after weeks of upheaval. My fingers tightened automatically around Nate's hand as we walked through the main entrance, exactly as he'd promised. Together. Hand in hand. Through the front door. The buzz started almost immediately. I could feel eyes turning toward us, hear the low murmur of conversations that cut off abruptly as we passed, only to restart in even quieter tones once we moved on. Some employees tried to disguise their curiosity by pretending to check their phones or review documents, but the tension in the air was unmistakable. Everyone knew who we were. Everyone knew our story. And everyone had an opinion about us walking in side by side as an openly acknowledged couple. I felt stronger with Nate beside me, of course. His presence was an anchor, keeping

Chapter 329

The weeks following our move into the Notting Hill house brought a kind of domestic routine I'd never imagined could be so deeply satisfying. Of course, they also came with the inevitable small irritations of two people learning to share the same space, like discovering that Nate had a profoundly annoying habit of leaving wet towels on the bed after showering, or that he considered "doing the dishes" to mean rinsing the plates and leaving them in the rack to "air-dry naturally." "Nathaniel Carter," I said one February morning, holding up a soaking towel I'd found on top of our duvet. "If you keep doing this, I'm going to start sleeping in the guest room." He appeared in the bathroom doorway with his face covered in shaving foam, looking at me with an expression of mock innocence that didn't quite hide his mischievous smile. "It was just once," he protested, carefully running the razor along his jaw. "It was the fourth time this week!" I shot back, shaking the wet towel like evi

Chapter 330

The bedroom was a state of organized chaos, with two large suitcases spread open on our king-size bed and clothes scattered everywhere as we tried to decide what to pack for our trip to Verdania. It was Matt's first birthday, and Nate was about to be officially introduced to my parents. Packing which was something that had always been simple for me, had turned into a much more complex operation now that we had to consider not just our own needs, but also those of our newest four-legged family member. Ginger was sprawled right in the middle of the mess, occasionally grabbing a sock or a piece of clothing that fell to the floor and turning it into her personal toy, completely oblivious to our serious attempts at organization. Her golden fur looked striking against the navy-blue duvet, and she seemed perfectly content being the center of attention while we organized our lives around her. "Are you absolutely sure Ginger can fly?" I asked for the tenth time in two hours, stopping mid-

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