Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249: What Are Your Intentions

Hailee’s POV

After a while, Nathan started to look tired again. His voice softened, his eyelids drooped, and Oscar had begun to talk quietly about everything he’d seen on the plane. I touched Oscar’s shoulder gently. "Let your dad rest now," I whispered. "He needs to sleep a little."

Oscar nodded, though he looked reluctant. "Can I come back later?"

"Of course," Nathan said softly. "You can come back anytime, champ."

Oscar smiled, brushed his hand over his father’s bandaged arm, and whispered, "I’m glad you’re okay."

Nathan gave a weak laugh. "Me too."

I stood, helped Oscar off the bed, and tucked the blanket back around Nathan. "Rest," I said quietly.

He caught my hand for a moment before I could pull away. "Thank you," he murmured.

I smiled faintly. "Sleep, Nathan."

Then Oscar and I left the room.

Oscar insisted on showing me around the house like he was the tour guide. He pointed at every hallway, every painting, and even the big stairway, explaining things as if he had lived there forever. "Dad told me he learned to fight here," he said, pointing at a wide corridor. "He said he used to sneak out of training and hide in that corner."

I smiled. "Sounds like your dad."

We were just turning toward the garden when I heard a calm but deep voice behind us. "Hailee."

I turned. It was Nathan’s father.

He stood tall, silver hair neat, his posture strict and proud as always. His eyes—sharp and cold—softened only slightly when they landed on Oscar. "You must be Oscar," he said.

Oscar looked up at me, unsure, then back at him. "Yes, sir."

The older man gave a short nod. "Welcome, boy." Then his gaze slid to me. "And you, Hailee."

I bowed my head slightly. "Sir."

"You’ve had a long trip," he said. "Thank you for bringing my grandson."

"It’s his grandmother’s birthday," I said politely. "We couldn’t miss it."

He smiled thinly. "Of course." Then, after a pause, he added, "May I have a word with you? Alone."

Oscar frowned, but before he could speak, Nathan’s father turned to one of the maids nearby. "Take the young prince to the gardens," he ordered gently. "Show him the fountains."

"Yes, my lord," the maid said, smiling at Oscar.

Oscar looked up at me, uncertain. I bent down and brushed his hair back. "It’s okay, sweetheart. Go on. I’ll be right here when you’re done."

"Okay, Mom." He followed the maid reluctantly, glancing over his shoulder once before disappearing around the corner.

I turned back to Nathan’s father. "What did you want to talk about?"

He studied me quietly, his face unreadable. "Walk with me."

I followed him down the hall and into his office. The room was large, lined with books and old portraits, the smell of cedar and parchment heavy in the air. Sunlight came through a tall window and fell across his desk, where a stack of papers waited neatly arranged.

"Please," he said, gesturing to a chair.

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