The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 364

Natalie watched as Marcus buckled her seat belt and then draped a jacket over her.

"Do you want me to lower your seat?" he asked.

She shook her head quickly. "No need."

"Alright."

He closed the passenger door and walked around to the driver's side. Then, he started the engine and drove off.

"Marcus, don't you think Ivan might be in danger? He is Sophia's biological father, after all."

Natalie glanced at the rearview mirror. Ivan was still lying on the ground, not moving.

"He won't die," Marcus answered in a low, magnetic voice. "If he did, that would be letting him off too easily."

"But does a man like that ever really regret the things he's done?" Natalie muttered. She honestly doubted Ivan would feel any remorse at all.

"There are some debts Sophia and Samantha need to settle on their own."

While driving, Marcus placed a call to Ethan. "Hello, Ethan? Proceed with our original plan. By tomorrow morning, I want to see the acquisition contract for Sinclair Group."

"Yes, Mr. Holden."

Marcus ended the call and stepped on the accelerator. When they reached an intersection, he turned off in another direction. The further they went, the more Natalie realized it wasn't the way back to the hospital.

"Marcus, this isn't the way to the hospital," she said, frowning.

"No. I'm taking you home," he replied, slipping back into that cool, aloof tone. "It's late, and you need rest."

"I'm not going home. I want to go back to the hospital and wait for Sophia to wake up."

"Her mother is there, and Zachary is too. You should go home and get some proper rest," he insisted, refusing her request. "Nat, you're a woman. Stop staying up all night."

She was annoyed and asked coldly, "Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?"

He turned and glanced at her. "I'm pursuing you."

"That's how you pursue someone?" she retorted with a cold laugh. "Forcing a kiss on me and insisting on sending me home? Is this your idea of winning me over?"

Marcus hit the brakes again. He pulled over to the side of the road and turned on the hazard lights. Then, he unfastened his seatbelt and leaned toward her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, quickly covering her mouth with one hand, afraid he'd try to kiss her again.

"I'm letting you hit me back." He studied her anxious expression and brought his face closer, lowering it slightly. "What I did was wrong. You can slap me if you want."

He met her eyes without blinking, his voice soft and low. "Or, if you feel like you lost out because I kissed you, you can kiss me back."

"You little—" Her eyes locked with his, which were dark and unreadable. For a moment, she had no idea how to respond.

"Back off," she snapped, giving him a shove. She turned away, refusing to look at him.

His eyes held too much affection and tenderness, leaving her flustered. She felt as if she had no way to guard herself.

Marcus let out a small laugh and eased away. Starting the car again, he drove on in silence.

When the car finally entered Walker Estate, he tapped the lock to release the doors. The moment he did, Natalie undid her seat belt and jumped out.

"Nat, good night," he called after her.

She didn't respond, only quickened her pace and hurried inside. The night was quiet enough that she could hear her own heartbeat.