Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1502

"Mmhmm. I've gotten used to sleeping on the couch," Mavis replied, her long lashes fluttering.

After not seeing Nathaniel for several days, his sudden closeness made her breathless.

Moreover, he even called her "honey" during dinner…

…

Nathaniel had no idea what Mavis was thinking, but he noticed the redness spreading from her ears to her neck, even coloring her cheeks.

Did she really like him so much that it flustered her for just being close to him?

Nathaniel found Mavis's reaction unexpectedly cute, and his mood lifted.

Even though he did not have feelings for Mavis and saw her as just a convenient marriage partner, she was certainly an entertaining one.

He smirked as he released her chin and slipped his other hand around her waist.

With a firm pull, he lifted her from the couch, pressing her against his chest through his bathrobe.

"Mr. Nicholls?"

Mavis's heart raced at his sudden intimacy.

Nathaniel enjoyed her startled expression.

His grip was firm on her shoulders as he turned her toward the bed and gave her a gentle push.

Then, his large hand landed a playful slap on her bottom.

"Be good and sleep on the bed."

Mavis stumbled forward, instinctively covering her backside.

What had just happened?

Had he just taken advantage of her?

Mavis's cheeks turned red as she stared at him in shock.

Nathaniel, however, acted as if nothing had happened.

He casually walked to the closet to dry his hair.

Mavis was left speechless.

He was losing his mind.

This woman was like a drug! Just being near her made him do things he could not control.

He resolved never to get close to her again, ever!

With a grim expression, Nathaniel clenched his fist.

Normally, he would immediately wash his hands if he touched something he disliked.

Yet, he did not do it this time.

After drying his hair, he stepped onto the small balcony attached to the bedroom to cool off.

The sight of Mavis in her nightgown was too tempting to endure. He needed a cigarette to calm his nerves.

Standing on the balcony, Nathaniel lit a cigarette, the flickering flame casting shadows in the quiet night.

He took a deep drag, his left hand holding the cigarette while occasionally clenching his right hand as if savoring the memory.

The glowing embers flared with each inhale, mirroring the burning desire within him, a fire he found increasingly difficult to extinguish.