Chapter 48: Pinning Her in the Bathroom to Kiss Her

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Pinning Her in the Bathroom to Kiss Her

Estelle’s eyes widened in shock.

Help him... take a shower?

But before she could refuse, Nathaniel Sloan slowly approached her. With nowhere left to retreat, Estelle was backed into the corner of the bathroom.

CLICK.

The door locked.

"Nathaniel..."

The familiar, masculine scent of his hormones washed over her. Her body went inexplicably limp, and she nearly stumbled into his arms. Estelle closed her eyes, silently cursing herself. Even though five years had passed, her body was still accustomed to surrendering to Nathaniel.

As his pale, thin lips leaned in, inches from claiming hers, her voice trembled. "Get away from me!"

"Mia, I don’t know where Mommy went. Let’s look upstairs first."

Zachery’s voice drifted in from outside the door, growing steadily closer. Estelle stiffened, her body breaking into an involuntary, faint tremble.

Nathaniel pinned her against the glass door of the shower, his tone nonchalant. "If Dr. Lockwood goes out looking like this, people will inevitably get the wrong idea. You wouldn’t want Zachery and Mia to misunderstand, would you?"

"What a bastard! What a scumbag!" she cursed internally.

Seeing no way of escaping, Estelle gritted her teeth and sneered. "Taking a shower when you’re injured? Are you afraid of healing too quickly?"

Nathaniel’s expression didn’t change. "I naturally cherish my body. It’s precisely to avoid getting water on my wound that I need Dr. Lockwood’s help."

The tension in the room grew thicker. Estelle turned her head away, trying her best to keep her voice steady. "Go find Chapman. He can help you."

Nathaniel wrapped one arm around her waist and drawled, "Chapman is getting on in years. Are you really going to make him work this late at night?"

Estelle didn’t back down. "Then ask Luke White."

He chuckled. "Dr. Lockwood, Luke is already off the clock. I’m not the kind of boss who exploits his employees."

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "When Mr. Sloan exploits me, why don’t you claim to be a good boss then?"

The bathroom in Imperial Crest was incredibly spacious, but enveloped in such an intimate atmosphere, the walls felt like they were closing in on her, making it hard to breathe.

Nathaniel wasn’t the least bit annoyed by her retort. His gaze traced her face, slowly trailing down to her lips, her collarbone, and finally, her water-soaked clothes.

"Regardless, I am a patient," Nathaniel said, his tone heavy with implication. "It is perfectly normal for a doctor to help sponge-bathe a patient.

"You’re so resistant, Dr. Lockwood. What exactly are you afraid of? Or rather... are you afraid you might expose something while washing me?"

Estelle’s breath hitched. She knew he was deliberately provoking her. As a doctor, she shouldn’t refuse a patient’s request. If she kept pushing him away, it would only arouse his suspicions even more.

"Fine! It’s just a shower! I’ll help you!"

A faint smirk played on Nathaniel’s lips.

The shower area wasn’t particularly large. Although Estelle consciously tried to keep her distance, their bodies still brushed against each other inadvertently, letting the intimate tension bloom. She wiped him down haphazardly, desperate to finish the task and get out of there.

Unbeknownst to her, she had also been soaked by the spray. Her thin clothing clung tightly to her shoulders and collarbone, painting a highly evocative picture.

Nathaniel’s eyes gradually darkened with desire. He remembered Estelle’s figure—it was exactly the same as Yara Lockwood’s. Their height, their voices, their figures, and their strikingly similar faces. Who else in the world could resemble Estelle Lockwood so perfectly, other than Estelle herself?

He grasped her wrist, his hot breath brushing against her ear, sending a tingling sensation down her spine.

"There is something I am quite curious about. I hope Dr. Lockwood can answer it for me."

Not giving Estelle a chance to speak, Nathaniel pressed on. "You’ve never met Noelle Lockwood before, yet you despise her so much. And every time the events of five years ago are brought up, you get incredibly agitated... Who exactly are you getting so worked up for?"

He finished speaking, his unblinking gaze locked onto her.

Estelle shuddered but forced herself to remain calm. "Do I need a reason to hate Noelle Lockwood? As for what happened five years ago, I just can’t stand by when I see an injustice. Is that a crime?"

Nathaniel lowered his voice. "The subject of the injustice you keep standing up for always seems to be my wife."

Estelle mocked him. "Isn’t it just because your ex-wife’s fate was too tragic, and I couldn’t bear to see it? Mr. Sloan might not know this, but my ex-husband was also a bastard. I simply empathize with her, that’s all."

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly tilted her chin up. Looking straight into her eyes, he asked slowly, "Are you empathizing, or...

"Are you my wife?"

The surroundings instantly fell dead silent, the air itself seeming to freeze in place. Estelle’s pupils dilated for a fraction of a second before she vehemently denied it.

"Mr. Sloan, please conduct yourself with dignity! My ex-husband is six feet under! He’s a dead man. Are you one too?"

The bathroom remained silent for a couple of seconds, but the sensual tension between them didn’t stop growing.

Nathaniel let out a low, husky chuckle. He suddenly leaned in close, his scent completely enveloping her. "To tell you the truth, I suspect that you are my ex-wife."

Completely oblivious to the fact that she had just walked right into his trap, Estelle retorted, "Just because you suspect it, it means I am? Well, I suspect there’s something wrong with your head!"

He wasn’t angered in the slightest. Instead, his fingertips lightly brushed against her waistline. Seeing her whole body shiver, a playful smirk tugged at the man’s lips.

"I am very familiar with her body, and she is naturally very familiar with mine... Dr. Lockwood, do you dare?"

Estelle knew exactly what he was asking with that ’do you dare.’ And precisely because she knew, she stared at him in disbelief. "What do you think you’re— Mmph!"

A numbing, electric sensation spread from her waist. She was far too familiar with this feeling!

Whenever Nathaniel did this sort of thing, he always took his time. He was never impatient in bed; his movements were slow and methodical, yet he could always leave her weak in the knees and completely breathless. She was only wearing a thin silk nightgown. Soaked by the water, it clung to her seamlessly, tracing every perfect curve of her body.

The man’s body was scorching hot and powerful, effortlessly pulling her petite frame into his embrace. As his fingertips ignited fires all over her skin, a dazed look slowly clouded Estelle’s eyes.

Nathaniel looked at her face—a face that was aligning more and more with the one in his memory. His eyes darkened instantly. With a sudden spin, he pinned her against the glass door!

"Nathaniel, what are you doing... Mmph..."

All her protests were swallowed by his lips. The sound of splashing water was drowned out by the other sounds in the bathroom. A violent shudder ripped through Estelle’s body. Under his familiar assault, her body’s secrets were being exposed piece by piece.

The kiss didn’t last long. It seemed Nathaniel was truly just testing her. His expression remained unchanged, his handsome features as cool and detached as ever. Estelle, on the other hand, was left in a daze. Her legs had turned to jelly, and her swollen lips were slightly parted as she panted heavily.

When the kiss finally broke, she slumped limply against his chest. Her voice lacked its previous bite, coming out raspy and deeply evocative. "Get lost..."

Nathaniel knew that in moments like this, Estelle would always be left completely disoriented and would answer any question he asked. So, he slowly leaned down, cradling the drenched woman in his arms, and whispered softly.

"Dr. Lockwood, you are Estelle Lockwood, aren’t you?"