The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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Nathan Lowell lived in the same small town as Lawrence, though he was two years her junior. His family had money, but nature hadn't been kind to him—his face was pockmarked and scarred, his hairline had vanished long ago, and his features sat too close together, like a squash left too long in the sun. Short and stocky, he'd never turned a woman's head, leaving him unmarried well past thirty.
Nathan had always been obsessed with 's curves. When her husband, Daniel Evans, took to his sickbed, Nathan saw his chance. He lent her five hundred dollars in her darkest hour, then made a habit of dropping by under the guise of checking on the debt—though his eyes never strayed far from her figure.
knew she owed him. So when Nathan stepped into her path one evening, she forced a sweet smile. "Oh, Nathan, what brings you here?"
His crooked teeth flashed as his gaze dipped to her chest. ", you've been working so hard. I made dinner at my place—figured you could use a decent meal."
She hesitated, but Nathan's insistence wore her down. Reluctantly, she followed him home on her bicycle.
Inside, he pulled out a chair, pouring wine with a flourish. "Here, have a drink."
She laid a delicate hand over his to stop him. "I don't drink, Nathan. And I really should be getting back."
Her touch sent a jolt through him. He grinned, tightening his grip. "God, your hands are perfect."
Before she could react, he was stroking her fingers.
jerked back. "Nathan! What's gotten into you?"
He leaned closer, breathing her in. "You're so beautiful, . With your husband sick… you must be lonely. I—I just want… I need—"
She shot to her feet, eyes blazing. "Have you lost your damn mind?"
Nathan's control shattered. His stare locked onto the rise and fall of her chest. "I want you. Let me make you feel good."
's breath hitched. "I'm your elder's wife! How dare you?"
His grin turned desperate. "I can't help it. I lie awake every night thinking about you. My family's got money—I'll take care of you. Just say yes."
Nathan had always been obsessed with 's curves. When her husband, Daniel Evans, took to his sickbed, Nathan saw his chance. He lent her five hundred dollars in her darkest hour, then made a habit of dropping by under the guise of checking on the debt—though his eyes never strayed far from her figure.
knew she owed him. So when Nathan stepped into her path one evening, she forced a sweet smile. "Oh, Nathan, what brings you here?"
His crooked teeth flashed as his gaze dipped to her chest. ", you've been working so hard. I made dinner at my place—figured you could use a decent meal."
She hesitated, but Nathan's insistence wore her down. Reluctantly, she followed him home on her bicycle.
Inside, he pulled out a chair, pouring wine with a flourish. "Here, have a drink."
She laid a delicate hand over his to stop him. "I don't drink, Nathan. And I really should be getting back."
Her touch sent a jolt through him. He grinned, tightening his grip. "God, your hands are perfect."
Before she could react, he was stroking her fingers.
jerked back. "Nathan! What's gotten into you?"
He leaned closer, breathing her in. "You're so beautiful, . With your husband sick… you must be lonely. I—I just want… I need—"
She shot to her feet, eyes blazing. "Have you lost your damn mind?"
Nathan's control shattered. His stare locked onto the rise and fall of her chest. "I want you. Let me make you feel good."
's breath hitched. "I'm your elder's wife! How dare you?"
His grin turned desperate. "I can't help it. I lie awake every night thinking about you. My family's got money—I'll take care of you. Just say yes."
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