Meeting You Was Fate novel Chapter 69

"Can you see it? That was the scar from the surgery I had," Mandy gave a light laugh, but there was a heaviness in her heart.

Seeing her sadness, Nathan didn't want to do anything else except to hug her and hold her close.

"Mand, I will never let you get hurt again," he murmured, looking deeply into Mandy's eyes. There was a solemn look on his face, which was so different from before.

Sighing, Mandy was deeply moved by Nathan's words. For that particular moment, she believed in his promise.

Nathan acted like a real gentleman. With utter gentleness, he helped Mandy get out of the bath after she had washed up. Although they didn't talk much, they seemed to have some connection between them in an instant, and there was a tacit understanding that wasn't there before.

After the bath, Nathan gently patted Mandy's body dry and helped her put on the bathrobe. Mandy was so shy that she didn't even dare to raise her head.

Carefully, Nathan escorted Mandy to sit in front of the dresser. Bending down, he took out a hairdryer from the drawer of the dressing table. The warm light coming from the hairdryer shone on his hand. Nathan's hair was still quite wet, but he didn't care about himself at the moment. What was important for him right now was to get Mandy dried off so that she wouldn't get sick.

Mandy had sleek, black locks. Looking at the mirror, she saw how Nathan gently stoked her hair. It was as if he looked like a gentle and loving husband.

Suddenly, this particular scene reminded Mandy of a memory she had. During the first night she came here, she remembered that Nathan was doing the same exact thing for another woman.

Details of that memory came, flooding to her senses and clouded her thoughts. She even distinctly pictured how Nathan and that woman had shared a kiss in that room.

The more she thought about this, the more Mandy felt short of breath.

"I can dry my hair on my own," Mandy said. Although she had said this in a quiet tone, Nathan could tell from her knitted eyebrows that she was unhappy.

"No. Don't move," he squinted his dark eyes and said lightly.

"I can do it on my own. I'm not a kid anymore," Mandy said, trying to take the hair dryer from Nathan's hand. Jealousy filled her heart.

Mandy didn't like it when she knew Nathan treated other women in the same gentle way. There was an uneasy feeling in her stomach, knowing that Nathan was doing something to her that he had already done with another girl.

"What is your problem, Mandy?" Nathan stretched out his arm, taking the hair dryer out of Mandy's reach.

"It is nothing. Just go dry yourself up first. You're the CEO of your company. You can't afford to get sick," Mandy reasoned out calmly, but she was very unhappy in her heart.

If Nathan had a cold, his lovers would have rushed out by the night.

"I'm not as weak as you are," he countered, but the calmness in his eyes wavered the slightest bit. If Mandy caught a cold, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

"I'm not as weak as you think," Mandy tried to argue with Nathan. She looked straight at Nathan's reflection in the mirror.

"Don't talk nonsense. Just sit here and be a good girl," Nathan said in a commanding tone as he put his hand on Mandy's shoulder.