Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth

Chapter 485 Feelings Grow Stronger.

Chapter 485 Feelings Grow Stronger.

Christina shared the coat with Nathaniel but dared not get too close to him for fear of making him wet.

However, the man simply wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his embrace.

“Get closer. You'll feel warmer faster.” Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Christina hummed gently and lay her head on his shoulder.

Immediately, the faint sandalwood scent on his body entered her nose, filling her with a sense of

security.

The howling of the wind never stopped, and its blusters shook the house so hard it seemed as if it

would collapse anytime.

“Achoo!”

Christina shivered.

The cold was becoming more obvious thanks to the contrasting temperatures she was feeling, both on

the inside and outside.

Hence, Nathaniel pulled her closer and rubbed his palm on her shoulder to create friction.

“Are you cold?”

Her pale complexion made him frown with worry, and when his gaze fell on her drenched clothes, he

feared she might catch a cold.

That was when an idea came to his mind.

He gave her a gentle push to make some space and unbuttoned his shirt.

Subsequently, he removed his white shirt and handed it to her, saying sternly, “Put it on.”

As she lifted her gaze, she was blessed by the sight of Nathaniel's muscular and slender body.

At the same time, a strong scent of male pheromones wafted into her nose.

“Why are you giving me your shirt?”

“Yours is wet. You'll catch a cold if you keep wearing it.”

Nathaniel removed the coat from her shoulders, exposing her beautiful curves under the drenched shirt

that clung tightly to her skin.

The dancing flames reflected in her eyes while her neat brows emphasized her gentle temperament.

Christina sneezed again.

It was as if her body was answering on her behalf.

She knew there was no reason to go against her body's needs.

After all, she could return Nathaniel’s shirt once hers was dry.

Taking the white shirt from him, she said softly, “Turn around. Don't look at me.”

Nathaniel chuckled softly when he saw how shy she was, but he obliged.

Only when he had turned away did Christina unbutton her wet shirt.

Her movements were so swift that it took her only a few seconds to get out of her clothes and into

Nathaniel’s shirt.

However, the shirt looked like a dress on her petite body.

Christina was on the skinnier side, and the shirt could almost reach her knees.

After giving it some thought, she decided to take off her pants as well.

They were a pair of thin workout pants, which should dry fairly quickly.

When she was done, she sat down and said shyly, “I'm done.”

That was when Nathaniel turned back to see her curled up like a frightened pet, her figure and long

legs accentuated by the shirt.

He passed her the bottle of water he just got out of the bag.

“Have some.”

Christina's eyes flickered as she took it from him.

“Do you still have any more in your bag?”

“Yes,”

Only when she had heard his answer did she gulp the water with relief?

She was so thirsty that she finished it in one go.

After that, Nathaniel took out a packet of biscuits from the bag.

He seemed to be well-prepared for the situation.

Tearing the package open, he took out a piece of biscuit and brought it to Christina's lips.

“Eat up.”

The look of worry in his eyes was the most sincere gaze Christina had ever seen.

Hence, she ate and drank until the adrenaline in her body gradually reduced.

Soon, the sky outside turned dark.

As raindrops pattered and the wind howled outside, a cold breeze would occasionally enter the house

through the gap at the metal door to stir the flames.

“Are you still feeling cold?” Nathaniel asked worriedly.

Christina looked up to meet his passionate gaze, nodding.

“Yep.”

Under normal circumstances, she would not be interested in how much he cared about her.

At that moment, however, she had complete trust in him, and she did not want to lie to a man who

would risk his life to save her.

Upon hearing her answer, Nathaniel lifted her into his arms and wrapped them tightly around her, like a

beast protecting a tiny animal.

All of a sudden, everything about him—his firm muscles, the visible line in the middle of his abdomen,

his faint woody scent, and his strong heartbeat—became more prominent to Christina.

“Looks like the rain won't be stopping tonight. Get some sleep. Someone should be here to help us in

the morning,” Nathaniel assured calmly.

Christina nodded.

“How did you know I was here?”

“Anya said you didn't go back with them.”

Nathaniel lowered his gaze, making his expression unreadable.

Immediately, Christina's eyes glinted with hostility.

“Of course, I didn't. How could I? She purposely cut my rope.”

Anya clearly wanted to kill me.

I'm going to teach that evil woman a lesson once I get back.

Noting the anger in her eyes, Nathaniel massaged her brows.

“Don't worry about that. You'll get to make her pay for everything she’s done once we get back.”

The amount of force he exerted on her brows was just right.

Christina was so exhausted that she relaxed and lay her head on his broad chest.

She could still remember the time when she used to love nestling in his arms, and she would get a

sense of security from his firm and broad chest.

As she thought about that, she gradually drifted off to sleep.

The flames continued to dance, creating shadows on the ground of them hugging each other.

The weather in the morning was colder compared to last night.

No one knew when the fire went out.

When Christina opened her eyes, she realized Nathaniel had kept her in his arms the whole night.

She looked up and was greeted by the sight of his dreamy looks.

The clear sunlight poured in from the windows, illuminating Nathaniel's face.

The slumbering man appeared captivating, with his dense eyelashes protruding from his lower lids and

his breathing deep and steady.

When Christina caressed his face, his eyes suddenly fluttered open.

“You're awake.”

“Mm.”

Christina instinctively retracted her hand, but it was caught by Nathaniel.

With his gaze lowered, he murmured, “The rain’s stopped.

Let's get out of here.”

“Okay. You should go out first. I'll get changed.”

Nathaniel let out a hum of acknowledgment and placed her arm on his neck, pulling their distance

closer.

All of a sudden, their bodies’ temperature rose.

Christina blinked nervously and held her breath as the man sealed his thin lips on hers.

At that moment, her heart palpitated wildly, and she felt a rush of blood to her head.

They remained in that position for a while until Christina pushed him, her cheeks as red as an apple.

“Go out first.”

Wedd be trapped if another storm comes.

Only then did Nathaniel let go of her and walk out of the house, leaving Christina alone.

She covered her lips that curled into a shy smile.

After that, she quickly changed into her dry clothes and returned the shirt to Nathaniel.

“Put it on quickly. Don't catch a cold.”

Once Nathaniel had slipped the shirt on, Christina helped him to button it up and put the coat over him.

Just like that, Nathaniel had returned to his usual cool and aloof self.

He grabbed Christina's arm and said, “Let's go.”