Sham Marriage Quit Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 60

"I'm still mad, you know," Elena said, her tone carrying a hint of playful softness. "I didn't even bring up divorce again, and you're already snapping at me?"

Nathan's heart softened instantly. "Alright, alright, I'm not mad. Then forget the outfit. Let's just have some wine. I even brought out one of my dad's best bottles."

His gaze lingered on the wine, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.

"I don't feel like drinking. I'm a little tired."

"Then let me give you a massage."

Nathan was being unusually attentive. Just as Elena was about to turn him down, his phone started vibrating loudly.

He checked the screen and declined the call. Less than three seconds later, it rang again.

Elena used the moment to step away from him. "Could be something urgent. You should take it."

"I wanted to spend the night with you." But whoever was calling clearly was not going to stop.

Nathan suppressed his irritation and answered.

Whatever was said on the other end made his brows knit together. "Got it."

He hung up, then walked back to Elena, taking her hand. "Honey, a client happens to be staying at this hotel too. I need to go talk to him. I'll be back in half an hour. Wait for me?"

"Okay," Elena said obediently, nodding.

Nathan grabbed his jacket and left.

He stepped into the elevator, pressed the button for the lobby, then got out on the first floor and took the stairs up to the ninth.

At the end of the hallway, he knocked on a door.

The moment it opened, a pale arm reached out, wrapping around his neck and pulling him inside.

"Hey, what are you—"

Before he could finish, Camille rose onto her toes and kissed him, cutting him off completely.

There was a faint scent of alcohol mixed with something sweet and unfamiliar.

Nathan felt a dryness in his throat. He forced himself to pull her away slightly. "She's still downstairs waiting. Can you stop? Didn't we agree you wouldn't do this until she has the baby?"

Camille's eyes were misty, a trace of unwillingness hidden beneath the softness.

"No... I don't feel good," she murmured, her voice almost pleading. "Touch me. Watching you with her hurts."

She grabbed his hand and pressed it against herself. The towel wrapped around her slipped loose.

Her body pressed against his as her hands moved, already undoing his belt.

"Nathan..."

Whatever restraint he had left snapped as he pushed her back against the door.

An assistant pressed the down button. Alexander and William stepped in first, followed by the others.

"Mr. Kingsley, someone as accomplished as you must have plenty of admirers. I wonder which lucky woman gets to be with you?" William said with a laugh, clearly pleased. "My daughter actually went to the same university as you. She's heard your name before. Maybe we could arrange a dinner sometime, let them meet?"

A man like Alexander, even as just a connection, would be valuable.

Alexander smiled faintly. "I appreciate that, but I'm getting married soon."

Those words stunned everyone in the elevator. Alexander is getting married?

No one had ever seen him seriously involved with anyone.

"Who's the lucky woman?" William asked, curiosity replacing his earlier enthusiasm.

"She—"

Ding. The elevator doors opened on the eighth floor.

"Sorry, could you move a bit?" a slightly slurred voice said.

Alexander paused. The crowd shifted slightly.

From his height, he could see clearly.

Elena stepped inside, leaning against the wall. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes half-lowered, her head resting lightly against the elevator panel as if the world was tilting just a little too much.