CHAPTER 16 Perfect doting uncle

  Cavin's POV

  Natalie didn't waste time dragging me down the hall. Her grip on my arm was tight, almost desperate, and I followed in silence, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside me. My mind was spinning. I wasn't ready to face her, not after what had just happened upstairs. Eliza…

  We reached my room, and Natalie shut the door behind us with a sharp click. She turned, her eyes narrowing as they bore into me, suspicion flashing in their depths.

  "What the hell were you doing in Eliza's room, Cavin?" she demanded, her voice low but thick with accusation.

  I blinked, caught off guard by the directness of her question. "I was just checking on her," I said, keeping my voice steady. If it weren't for the business deal, I wouldn't even consider marrying Natalie, no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise.