The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 596

Natalie walked into the Holden Group building, carrying several bags. She hadn't yet reached the elevators when Ethan got out of one and came jogging toward her.

"You're here, Mrs. Holden. Let me carry those for you," he said, quickly stepping forward to take the bags from her hands.

"Ethan, how did you know I was coming? You got here pretty fast. Can you read minds now?" Natalie raised an eyebrow.

Ethan laughed and replied respectfully, "Not at all, Mrs. Holden. Mr. Marcus is in his office. I'll take you up."

"Did Marcus know I was coming?" Natalie asked. She still found his timing a bit too perfect.

"No, it was Mr. Timothy who told me to come down and meet you."

"Oh, it was Timothy." That explained it. Natalie nodded. "Alright. Lead the way then."

"Please, right this way."

Ethan took her into the private executive elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

After a brief silence, he smiled and said, "Congratulations to you and Mr. Marcus. I wish you a lifetime of love, happiness, and adorable children."

Natalie gave a small smile. Ethan seemed a bit more talkative than usual today.

Soon, the elevator reached the top floor. Ethan carried the bags into the president's office and grabbed Elijah as he passed by.

"Elijah, come help me with something."

"Alright, alright."

Before leaving, Elijah made sure to greet her. "Mrs. Holden, Mr. Marcus is in the rest room. You'll see him as soon as you walk in. He hasn't eaten yet. He's been working so hard."

Before Elijah could say more, Ethan quickly clamped a hand over his mouth and dragged him out of the office.

Natalie picked up the bags from the desk and walked into the private lounge.

The curtains had been drawn, though not completely. Slivers of sunlight slipped through the gaps and illuminated the sleeping man on the bed.

The air conditioning was set to sleep mode. Marcus lay on the bed, breathing evenly, his sleeping posture neat and composed.

Natalie set the bags on the coffee table, then quietly sat down at the edge of the bed.

Marcus' eyes were closed, his long lashes casting soft shadows on his face. That was when she saw the heavy dark circles under his eyes.

She quickly figured that he hadn't slept at all last night.

Her brow furrowed slightly. She reached under the blanket and gently lifted his hand, noticing the tiny but dense pencil smudges on his fingers.

Marcus had always been a light sleeper. The faintest sound or shift in movement would wake him. But this time, even as she moved his hand, he remained completely still.