Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 127

Natalie knew that Hamilton was not one to overshare. She didn't press further, simply closing her eyes.

Out of nowhere, Hamilton cupped her chin and planted a kiss on her lips. It was a kiss laced with longing, tender like none before.

Natalie's brows furrowed ever so slightly. Before she could react, Hamilton had rolled on top of her.

"Hamilton, I..."

"Shh, don't move; we're just kissing. But if you stir, it might not stop there," Hamilton's voice was husky, and his body pressed against her was all too intense.

Natalie immediately stilled.

Hamilton chuckled softly. "Are you really that scared of doing it with me?"

She averted her gaze. "I'm not feeling well."

She knew all too well how demanding this man could be in bed. In her current state, she was definitely not up for it.

Hamilton wasn't actually intent on taking it further. Even at his most beastly, he wouldn't force a sick person.

After kissing her lips again, he finally got up and went into the bathroom.

When he reemerged a good half-hour later, he was refreshingly cool. He slid into bed, and only after warming up did he pull her close.

...

The next morning, they boarded the flight back to Silkwood City.

Once they landed, Hamilton gave her a look. "Where do you plan on staying?"

After a moment of silence, Natalie replied, "I was thinking of going back to my apartment."

She half expected him to say more, but he remained silent.

An hour later, they stopped at her rented place. She muttered a thanks and moved to get out.

Hamilton glanced at her, then stepped out first with her suitcase in tow. He also had his own luggage.

Natalie's mouth opened slightly as if to speak, but Hamilton cut in.

"You're unwell; I can't have a sick person shuttling back and forth."

Natalie's lips twitched slightly, but she swallowed the words she had almost spoken. Taking a deep breath, she followed Hamilton inside.

No sooner had they entered than Hamilton's phone rang.

That familiar ringtone was like a spell, instantly tensing the air between them.

Natalie glanced at Hamilton before wheeling her suitcase into the bedroom. She didn't tidy up much; she just stood in front of the closet, lost in thought.

Hamilton's voice came in fragments from outside.

Natalie didn't listen closely, but she knew they were discussing Eveleen's birthday party.

A bitter smile crossed her face—her own birthday was approaching, as was Eveleen's.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself back to the present.

Hamilton hung up the phone and stood at the bedroom doorway.

"I'll have someone bring my things over later."

Natalie pressed her lips. "Okay."

"I need to stop by my family estate; I'll be back later tonight."

Natalie lowered her gaze in acknowledgment. She said nothing more, focusing on tidying up her clothes.

Hamilton's phone rang again. He answered with a frown, and Natalie faintly heard the name 'Orpheus'.

Hamilton's expression darkened, and he murmured a terse response.

After hanging up, he leaned in for a quick kiss on Natalie's lips. "I have to go. Rest up at home. I’ll have someone send over some food."

Natalie paused and said, "No need, I can cook for myself."

Hamilton's brow creased, but Natalie had already turned back to her organizing. He watched her for a moment, then left without another word.

After tidying up, Natalie lay down and fell asleep.

When she awoke, it was evening, and she felt almost fully recovered. She got ready to check in on Tatiana.