100 Days to Seduce the Devil

Chapter 823 She's Scared

Chapter 823  She's Scared

Day Eighty-Eight…

Nathan's dark world suddenly lightened up upon seeing Jane. He felt like all his worries and tiredness had disappeared because of Jane's presence. He still couldn't believe that she came.

Without further ado, Nathan turned his swivel chair to face Jane. Then he held her waist, pulling her closer to him. He made her sit on his lap as he hugged her tightly. He badly needed her right now.

The two remained silent, letting their body language do the talking. They held each other in a long embrace, feeling each other's warmth. His grip on her body tightened as if he didn't want to let go of her.

"Axel told me that you haven't eaten anything and you haven't slept yet." Jane was the first one to break the silence.

Nathan was not able to respond. He wanted to hide Ethan's situation from Jane. But little did he know, Jane was already aware that Monica held Ethan hostage.

"I'm going to take a nap… but can you stay with me?" Nathan asked her pleadingly. He didn't know why Jane had come to see him at this hour. But he was grateful that she visited him.

Jane nodded as she stood up. She grabbed Nathan's hand, leading him to his bedroom. The two of them lay on the bed side by side. Nathan offered his arm to Jane, making it her pillow. He engulfed her once again in a tight embrace.

"I thought you would never see me again." Nathan put on a pitiful face.

Jane gazed up, meeting his eyes. "I'm not going to marry Vincent. I'm here to apologize for hurting your feelings. I've missed you so much, Nate."

Jane decided to be honest with her feelings. There was no need to lie anymore since she planned on ending things today. No matter what happens, she will do everything she can to protect Ethan and her loved ones against Monica's threat.

Meanwhile, Nathan felt like some of his burdens had been lifted off his chest the moment he heard Jane's last remarks. His eyes lit up with joy.

"Is it true? You are not going to marry him anymore?! How about Mia? Are you going to take her away from Vincent?" Nathan looked at her expectantly. He wanted another affirmation from Jane.

"Yes, it's true. That's why I'm here. I won't marry Vincent. Furthermore, Mia is not my daughter."

Nathan felt so glad. The woman he loved won't marry another guy. Unable to contain his emotions, he lifted her chin and planted a soft kiss on her lips. Jane responded to his kiss.

Nathan's lips grazed hers with a soft, teasing touch, gently nibbling on her upper and lower lips, alternating with a tender movement that made her breathless. Each touch of their mouths built a growing heat between them.

It wasn't long before his tongue slid between her parted lips, seeking entry, and she welcomed him. His tongue explored her mouth, savoring every taste as if he were rediscovering something he had longed for.

The sweetness of their shared kisses consumed them both, their profound love for each other surging up in their hearts. They could still the loud beating of their hearts and they understood the meaning of each beat… the mixture of longing and desire.

Nathan realized just how much he had missed kissing her like this—deeply, intimately, as if no time had passed. His beloved woman was back… she was back in his arms right now.

However, the thought of Ethan troubled his heart. Nathan drew back, releasing her lips. But his forehead remained rested on hers. Both of them panted heavily, catching their breaths.

Nathan had conflicted thoughts in his mind right now, contemplating whether he should tell Jane about Ethan's situation. But after careful consideration, Nathan decided not to mention Ethan so that he wouldn't ruin their moment.

He just felt contented for having her by his side right now. Her presence was enough to cheer him up and keep going. 'I'll find my son, rescue him, and share the good news with him.' Nathan thought to himself as he kissed Jane on her forehead.

Unknown to Nathan, Jane was also concerned about Ethan's safety. She couldn't tell him that she was going to meet Monica alone in order to save Ethan. Monica was a sly woman so Jane knew that she wouldn't let this opportunity slip to hurt her. Once she met Monica, her life would be put in danger as well. But she was willing to take the risk for Ethan's sake.

"Nate, you should sleep now. I'll be watching you." Jane began to caress his cheeks.

Nathan nodded obediently. He pulled her body closer, erasing the small gaps between them. Then Nathan finally relaxed, laying his head near her shoulder. He loved smelling her scent. It helped him calm down.

Jane smiled softly as she gazed at Nathan's handsome. His breathing was calm, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. She gently ran her fingers through his hair. Each stroke of her hand seemed to soothe him more, drawing him closer to the edge of sleep. Nathan's eyelids fluttered, and soon his face relaxed completely, surrendering to the comfort of her touch. Within moments, Nathan slipped into a deep, peaceful slumber, and Jane continued to watch him, a sense of warmth and quiet contentment filling her heart.

'I'm sorry, Nate. When you wake up, I have to leave you again. I must do this alone.' Jane's heart clenched inside her chest, thinking of the possible outcomes of her upcoming encounter with Monica. She couldn't guarantee that she could return unharmed. But she would do everything to protect Ethan.

"I love you, Nate. You're the only man in my heart—my first and my last." Jane whispered the words softly before pressing a tender kiss to his lips. As she pulled back, she wrapped her arms around him once more, holding him close. Though he slept peacefully in her embrace, Jane stayed awake, her eyes tracing every line of his face as if she were engraving it to memory, cherishing this quiet moment together.

Suddenly, Jane felt scared at this moment… The thought of never seeing Nathan again gripped her heart. She had never been afraid of dying before, but now everything was different. For the first time, she found herself praying for her own safety, desperate for the chance to return to his arms once more. The idea of losing him or being away from him terrified her in a way she had never known.