Arranged Marriage To The Billionaire Heir의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

“Come on.” I said, tugging Nathaniel along the sandy shore, a grin stretched wide across my face. The blanket was tucked under my arm and he carried the basket with his other hand I wasn't puuling at, his polished shoes sinking slightly into the sand.“I wish you had told me we were coming to the beach.” he muttered, his voice muffled by the wind and the crashing waves. “I could have changed into something better. No one wears a suit to the beach, Elena.”I laughed, glancing back at him. He had already shed his suit jacket and tie, his long sleeves rolled up to his forearms. The sight made me pause for a moment. He looked effortlessly handsome.“I think this place is perfect.” I said, finally dropping the blanket. I spread it across the sand, stretching it to its full length and pressing down the corners so the wind wouldn’t lift it. Then I gestured for Nathaniel to set the basket down and join me.“So I was right." he said, settling beside me. “It’s a picnic.”“Beach picnic." I corre

I let out a quiet hum under my breath as Nathaniel steered his car down the long street toward his parents’ estate. The evening air outside was cool and the sound of the tires against the asphalt filled the silence between us. With practiced ease, he turned into the driveway, slowing as we approached the tall iron gates. He rolled down the window and leaned toward the intercom, his voice calm as he spoke into it.Just then, my phone buzzed with a text. I unlocked it to find a message from Kaylor: Don’t forget to give me all the details of the party. And if you see some rich man there who might be my type, sneak a pic for me.I rolled my eyes, suppressing a laugh as I quickly typed back, telling her I wasn’t about to play cupid tonight, not for her or anyone else.Nathaniel made another sharp turn, bypassing the main entrance. My brows furrowed in confusion. “Um, aren’t we going in?” I asked, glancing at him.“Apparently my mum has some flower arrangement on the driveway, so I’m passin

The minute we got home, I rushed to my room and reached for the one handbag I always seemed to use. I was a girl on a mission. Nathaniel was upset. I was upset. The entire night had been one long, drawn-out mess of upsetting. But I hoped, scratch that, prayed, it didn’t have to end that way. I flipped the bag over and dumped its contents onto my bed. A whole lot of junk spilled out: old lip gloss tubes I never got around to tossing, a half-empty packet of gum, a tiny bottle of perfume, some unopened mail I’d grabbed from my apartment the last time I was there. Then finally, my eyes landed on what I was looking for. Kimberly’s card. I snatched it up and bolted out of the room, my heels clacking against the smooth marble floors. Halfway down the hall, I considered kicking them off just to move faster. I stopped in front of Nathaniel’s door, heart pounding as I took in a deep breath before knocking lightly. There was a muffled sound from the other side, then footsteps. The

I handed the paper over to Nathaniel with trembling hands, releasing a deep breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.The kitchen was silent, heavy with anticipation, as he scanned the contents of the note. “Turner Avenue?” Nathaniel narrowed his eyes. “That’s on the other side of town.”I met his gaze, my expression tight with worry. “Do you think she’s actually there? Right now?”That was the question clawing at me. Unless this was some cruel joke, it seemed Eleanor was trying to tell me where she’d been all this time. Or maybe she had been there at one point and sent the letter before moving again. Only God knew how long the note had been waiting for me, tucked away until I finally found it.The uncertainty made me feel like a mess.“I don’t know if this is where she is right now.” Nathaniel admitted, dropping the note onto the island counter. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “But it’s possible. Let's find out.”I watched as he tapped at his phone screen, his

I paddled to the door and pulled the handle open. Nathaniel stood there, sleeves rolled up, curls sticking out in every direction, a box of pizza balanced in his hands, green eyes fixed on me. “You okay?” he asked softly. I shrugged, opening the door wider to let him in. I didn’t bother answering. My mood spoke louder than words. The room was very warm, almost comforting. I had barely left my bed all day, only dragging myself out when I needed to pee. I wasn't up for having a productive day today. “Velma said you haven’t eaten today.” Nathaniel said as he sat down on the edge of my bed, setting the pizza box beside him. He flipped the cover open. A smirk tugged at my lips when I noticed the pineapple toppings on the thick slices. “I’m guessing you wouldn’t be joining me?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Unless you want me to start having spasms on your bed.” I leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to his cheek, my own way of saying thank you. Then I turned my attention to