“What are your plans, Nathan?” Christopher’s voice was edged with suspicion as his narrowed eyes bore into Nathan. Why was he befriending the girl?
Nathan’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as he casually picked up a file from the stack on Christopher’s desk, flipping through the pages with leisurely interest.
“My intentions are genuine, Chris,” he said, his tone light.
Christopher’s gaze darkened. “Are you interested in her?” His voice was sharp, almost testing.
Nathan chuckled, still flipping through the file as if the conversation was nothing more than idle talk. “Undeniably, she’s pretty. Well-mannered too.” His smirk didn’t waver.
Christopher exhaled, raking a hand through his hair. Of course Nathan would say that. He leaned back, his fingers drumming lightly against the desk
