HappyNovelNathalie suddenly grabbed Morris's hand, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "Nathan, if you keep bending over backward to please him and he still doesn't care, why not cback? Nathalie loves you." Morris gave her a dazzling smile. "Alright." He reached out and held Nathalie's hand tightly. "Nathalie, if I'm not around, make sure you eat well, stick to a routine, and if work gets too exhausting, think about selling the company. The world's a big place, and you should get out there and explore it." Nathalie looked at him, puzzled. "The company is your hard work too. No matter what, I want to hold onto it." Morris gently flicked her forehead. "Don't miss the forest for the trees. I let you manage the company so you could be happy. If it becomes too much, let it go." Nathalie's eyes were misty.
At that moment, Morris's gaze was as deep as an endless galaxy. It couldn't hold the stars and the sea, but it held her. She could feel his love, but why did he pull away when she confessed her feelings? "Nathan, you're leaving. I can't make you stay. I just have one request: cwithfor a check-up on Monday. On Tuesday, I'll see you off to start at Vincent Corporation." Morris nodded, his voice tender as always. "Alright, I'll do whatever Nathalie wants." Nathalie smiled brightly.
Yet, when she wasn't looking, Morris's face was clouded with worry.
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Nathalie was up early. It was a busy day; she had to accompany Morris for the check-up and prepare for Almos's return.
As she got ready, she called Ford Dominick, giving precise instructions. "Our team needs to head to the airport. Wait there for Almos. Remember, invite him to the Stewart Estate, saying it's from an old client who wants to repay his kindness with dinner." "Keep it low-key. Any big commotion might scare him off." "Understood, ma'am. We'll ensure Almos is discreetly... invited to the Stewart Estate," Dominick replied.
Hanging up, Nathalie picked out a casual Outfit from her wardrobe: ae low-cut T-shirt that showed graceful neck.
Once ready, she headed to Morris's bedroom. Just as she was about to knock, the door slid open with a wide gap. Morris had just taken off his shirt, revealing his lean, muscular back.
But his back was marred with fresh, crimson scratches.
Nathalie stood frozen.
"Nathan, your back..." Morris turned around, and though he seemed slender, his body was the perfect blend of lean and muscular.
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"Oh, my skin was itchy last night, and I scratched a bit too hard," Geom e explained.
Nathalie was skeptical, feeling like the direction of those marks was a bit suspicious. "Oh." Nathalie stood up, found a nail clipper in the drawer, and returned to Morris's side. She took his hand gently. "Lettrim your nails." Morris gazed at her, her tender care sending a warmth through him.
He felt incredibly lucky to have met Nathalie, finally experiencing a taste om of genuine affection. But he was also deeply unfortunate because, just when happiness was within reach, he was forced to leave. And he couldn't blanyone but himself. After all, it was his choice.
His choice entirely.
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