Nathaniel drove slowly through the pouring rain, and squeaking wipers only added to his irritation.
After two kilometers, his sharp eyes caught sight of a slender figure sitting by the roadside.
It was too dark to see clearly who it was, so he parked the car and went to investigate with an umbrella in hand.
…
Meanwhile, Mavis's phone had died.
She had managed to get off the subway but got lost because she had never walked these winding streets before. She had always taken a car to the Nicholls residence.
Moreover, the rainy night made the roads slippery, and the darkness did not help.
She had walked far too much, and her stomach had been growling for hours.
Lost and exhausted, Mavis sat on the deserted street to rest.
Suddenly, a car's headlights shone on her face.
She buried her head in her knees, feeling downhearted.
Half an hour ago, she had still hoped that Nathaniel's car would appear to pick her up.
Yet, none of the passing cars was him.
The accumulated disappointment had worn her down, and she planned to rest a bit before continuing to find her way.
Mavis's thin frame was drenched, her hair stuck to her face, and her eyelashes glistened with raindrops.
She looked like a pitiful, abandoned puppy, utterly miserable.
Not only that, but she was so hungry that she was starting to lose consciousness.
When she sensed the car's headlights stopping behind her and heard hurried footsteps splashing through the rain, she did not react at first.
"Mavis!"
The familiar, angry voice of a man called out through the rain.
Startled, she looked up and saw a man in a dark blue suit running toward her, holding a black umbrella.
His expression was grim, and his perfect physique was unmistakable.
Nathaniel's anger flared, gripping her cold cheeks hard.
"Are you stupid? Tommy offered to send you home, but you insisted on taking the bus, got yourself lost, and made everyone at home worry for hours. Do you have any idea?"
His tone was harsh.
Mavis's cheeks hurt, but she was too weak to resist, letting him hold her like that.
"I'm sorry."
"Mavis, I am your husband. If you need me to pick you up, you can call me. It's late, and you're sitting here in the rain. Do you know how dangerous that is?"
His frustration boiled over as he released her cheeks and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her roughly toward him.
Mavis stumbled forward, crashing into his chest.
"Say something!" Nathaniel demanded, not willing to let her off easily.
He gripped her hair, forcing her to look up at him, his bloodshot eyes glaring at her fiercely.
She whimpered…
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