“Mr. Ford, please, let me explain!”

Nathaniel didn’t give her the chance. He grabbed her wrist firmly, his expression dark and stormy, and dragged her out of the room without another word.

Celeste struggled, trying to pull free, but she was still weak—no match for his strength.

His grip was unyielding, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. As they passed through the hallway, Felix happened to walk by.

He stopped in his tracks, eyes wide, but didn’t ...