Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

One after another, they all left after Jonathan ordered servants to bring several pieces of furniture like nightstands, tables, and chaise for the meantime. No questions asked in his presence, and they hurried their way out. 

Before he turned around and left for good, his gaze darted at Nathalie, who was at the edge of the bed, sitting, and her hands rummaged inside her pouch. 

"Do you need anything else?"

Nathalie shook her head from his queries, pulling out the tonic that she made for Keith to take. However, from her fingertips fidgeted against the cold, smooth glass for the decision she wanted to make.

It wasn't Jonathan's business to pry further and instead sighed for trying to look out for her.

"Very well, tell me if there's something you need." 

A loud thud echoed throughout the room; when the silence ensued, only the sound of her white misty breath came along with her calm heartbeat that played her ears. 

'Oh, how I like this man so much.'

For a mere character, one stranger than most fiction at that gave her the immense feelings crumbled layers by layers of the walls she built for a long time. 

After Tyler, she wanted none of it—not to catch any feelings that would hinder her growth and her goals in the future. 

However, Keith was someone close to her heart, and never did she imagine that it would've come her way, no matter how crazy the idea was… 

But even so, she held tight on the reservations she had—thus being hesitant, for all the problems she had to solve and the goals she had to reach.

She raised her hand, and the vial—about her palm-size—revealed a glint, reflecting off the bright moonlight and gleaming the green solution that was in it.

'Still, his condition is far from over…' With that thought in mind, she nibbled her lower lip.

Hand grazed across his sheen, pale skin: from the wrist, bare chest, up to his firm neck. With streaking veins still etched, his pulses remained a tad higher than the normal pulse rate. 

When his fingers twitched and clawed onto the sheets, squirming and groaning ceaselessly, she knew she needed to snap out of it and went with it.

'He's having nightmares.' Soon as her eyes shut, 

"Stay still, Keith. Stay still…" He became restrained: tensing his muscles and scrunching his face upon her head. 

A sudden popping sound came with a fizzle, and she took an ounce of it in her mouth before she moved closer to Keith. 

Little by little, their lips collided, and a deep passion and intimacy bloomed from such a kiss. Somewhere in her lit up, very fluttering, and almost got drowned from the arduous tingling sensation that rooted from her chest and neck.

A part of Nathalie wanted to let go, almost gapping, brimming the solution out of their mouths, but her mind snapped and went on to save his life. There she pressed further against his—rough and chapped that met her soft, luscious lips—and her eyes closed as she needed to concentrate.

'A little more…' She kept going on her mantra, only but a small quantity remained from her, but she was almost slipping away. Withal, she grabbed onto his firm arms and waited for him to take his time gulping.

Her skin got drawn in the warmth present from his bare skin that slowly let go of his hold onto the sheets. By and by, the tension and the heat from his body vanished, making her want to let go.

Just the last trace of the tonic left before the enchanting moment was over for her.

Yet it never crossed her mind the moment she pulled away to breathe that he had his arms latched onto her with a cozy embrace, with another round of kiss that smacked between them.

Her eyes widened, against his sturdy arms bore contrasting the tenderness and the gentleness of his hug. 

A heart pound aloud, resonating the beat that was found in him.

Nathalie was safe when she was with Keith.

Although a swell of panic befell her as she tried to push him away, she was unable to resist the kind of warmth that she sought for a long time. At that moment, snuggling in, arms squeezed a bit tighter and smothered herself from the torrid kiss.

She wanted it.

But just as soon as she got into it, his grasp slowly let go of her, plopping himself on the bed with an amicable visage he had.

She got caught off guard at how bummer it got but couldn't help but beam a pitiful smile while she caressed his damp hair that slicked to his skin, to the back numerous times. 

Nothing she'd ask of him as his complexion got better, and the wrinkles patched on his face disappeared.

"Sleep well." After which, she landed a soft kiss on his forehead before she moved out of the bed.

In Keith's bed-chamber, though the place was still in a mess, Nathalie sat on a chaise, leaning from the end with her propped arm. In her hands found the phone she scrolled down as she went on and took notes so far.

It made her ponder how the Twilight Twins came to him, only when Jonathan had gotten ahead of time.

So many questions she wanted to know, not that they got this far.

With that in mind, Nathalie was careful with the storyline, and Athan was careful just as well—most probably followed the timeline sequence. However, Jonathan made a bold move.

A butterfly effect would ripple around them from now on.

'Well, I can still start anew with Jonathan, and we can plan from there onwards. Only after Keith wakes up from his rest.' She thought, tapping on her phone as she closed the notes and galleries that popped on the screen.

Although it didn't take long enough that her ears caught the crisp rustles of the fresh bed sheets.

"Your… Grace?" A deep voice echoed the air

She turned her head to the side and dared she whisper.

"I forgot to breathe…."