Chapter 789 You Are Right, If there were a child, It Would Be Bad!
Outside the door stood a hotel bellboy.
Seeing Grant open the door, the bellboy said, "Mr. McCall, here are the meds you ordered ten minutes ago. Please check and confirm."
Grant took the paper bag, opened it to verify the contents, and handed over a tip.
He closed the door and turned around. Natalie had already put on the dress she wore the night before. It was a bit wrinkled and not quite appropriate for the early morning. She looked down and repeated, "I don't need you to take responsibility. Let's just pretend last night never happened."
With that, she tried to walk past him to leave.
But Grant blocked her way, his voice slightly deep, "Hold on a sec."
Natalie looked up and met his gaze.
After a moment of silence, he spoke calmly, "Natalie, you know the deal between our families, right? It's normal for people to get close, but if a kid comes out of it, things could get messy. No one wants to bring an innocent life into this, right?"
His words were harsh.
And as he spoke, he kept his eyes on Natalie, seemingly to gauge her reaction.
Indeed, he won!
Natalie's lips began to tremble, and her body too. After a long pause, she suppressed her emotions and asked, "So, Grant, you bought the meds. You want me to take the morning-after pill, right?"
He replied, "Yeah, just to be safe."
Grant said, then walked to the table with the bag. He opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to her, along with the small pill he had taken out of its packaging. His thoughtfulness was a form of cruelty.
Natalie looked at the small pill, reminded of the child she had lost, but Grant didn't know. He was forcing her to take the pill to prevent having a child.
But the doctor had said it would be difficult for her to have children again.
She didn't blame him for that incident because he didn't know, and she was young and naive.
But at this moment, she felt a deep, cutting pain.
Natalie's face was very pale. She used all her strength to stand, even giving him a faint, dazed smile. She said, "I'm in my safe period. I won't get pregnant."
Grant's eyes darkened.
He took a few steps toward her, then stopped and smiled faintly, "Better safe than sorry, don't you think, Ms. Devereux?"
Natalie's lips trembled as she glared at him.
After a long pause, she suddenly laughed, a self-mocking laugh, "You're right, Grant! If there were a child, it would be bad!"
She took the pill from his hand without hesitation.
But she didn't take the water, she swallowed the pill dry. She felt it scratch her throat painfully, but Natalie didn't care. She kept looking at him.
Even though her vision was blurry, she could clearly see him forcing her to take the pill.
As the pill reached her stomach, she felt a burning sensation, but she maintained a smile and asked, "Mr. McCall, is that enough? Can I leave now?"
Grant looked at her.
They had been together for a while, and he could tell when she was crying or laughing. Natalie was crying, and laughing while crying. For some reason, his heart tightened, and he couldn't bring himself to say "yes."
How could he?
Last night, he had taken full advantage, and by morning, he was ready to write a check and force her to take a pill.
She had obediently taken the pill. What more could he want?
Grant's lips moved slightly,
But Natalie had lost her patience. She took a step back, then turned and walked decisively toward the door. As she grabbed the doorknob, Grant spoke, "Natalie..."
Natalie didn't stop. There was nothing left to say.
She opened the door and walked straight out.
Her stomach burned, feeling awful, but she didn't tell him it hurt and shed a single tear in front of him. Because he didn't care about her anymore, not even a little. Last night was just another meaningless one-night stand for him!
She thought, 'Natalie, if you keep thinking about him, you're really pathetic!'
After Natalie left, Grant slowly sat down on the couch. Despite a night of intense activity, his body was satisfied, but his spirit felt emptier.
He picked up a pack of cigarettes from the table and lit one.
As the thin gray smoke rose, he couldn't help but think of last night. She had been passionate, and he had lost control, biting her cheek, and tormenting her, all while saying things he normally wouldn't.
Grant leaned back on the couch, covering his eyes with his hand.
Suddenly, the light seemed too bright.
Natalie returned to her room at six-thirty in the morning.
By seven, she had to get ready, do her makeup, and put on the bridesmaid dress.
She was exhausted, but this was Lola and Johnny's final wedding. She couldn't miss it and ruin everything, so she dragged her uncomfortable body to the bathroom for a shower.
The hot water made her feel much better.
At seven, the professional team came to get her ready.
Lola and Johnny's wedding was scheduled for nine in the morning. Charlotte had hired the best wedding planning company, and the venue was decorated with irises, making it incredibly romantic.
Natalie was a bridesmaid, and she heard the groomsman had drunk too much the night before, so someone was filling in.
When she saw the replacement groomsman, Natalie was slightly stunned.
It was Grant.
Grant was dressed in a classic black and white suit, looking sharp and energetic, showing no signs of last night's indulgence. When he stood next to her, his gaze lingered on her for about three or four seconds.
Natalie was wearing a light pink tulle dress, looking beautiful.
Especially her legs, which were incredibly alluring.
Grant's gaze swept over her, and when they stood together, neither spoke, not even a greeting. It was awkwardly distant.
Up front, Frederick was officiating the wedding, holding the hands of his two children.
The scene was grand and heartwarming.
After exchanging rings, Frederick looked at them and said the final words, "I hope this is your last wedding, otherwise your mother might not have the energy to organize such a grand event again."
Everyone laughed, and Charlotte's eyes were moist.
No one in the world had more complex feelings than a mother.
Nearby, Gavin and Molly sat side by side. He suddenly pointed to the stage and whispered to Molly, "This wedding dress is really beautiful! But I deserve some credit, don't I? I sewed the last hundred or so pearls on it."
His words had a hidden meaning, reminding Molly of that night.
He had done it several times that night.
Molly, being so shy, blushed at his reminder in front of so many people.
Gavin didn't let her off, leaning in with a light laugh, "I was talking about the wedding dress. Why are you blushing? Are you thinking of something inappropriate?"
Molly's inner thoughts, 'I don't want to talk to him!'
Gavin chuckled again, looking at Lola on the stage, feeling emotional.
They have finally found their happiness.
Johnny held Lola's hand, and through the veil, he asked softly, "Can I kiss you now?"
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Lola didn't answer him. She gently held his arm and slowly leaned in. She was tall, so she only needed to stand on her tiptoes slightly to touch his lips through the veil.
It was soft and tender.
After a moment, Johnny couldn't resist lifting her veil. His beautiful lips covered hers, and he pulled her close, holding her waist tightly. He kissed her for a long time before whispering against her lips, "Johnny and Lola, together forever."
Lola caressed his handsome face, her voice hoarse, "You're not leaving?"
Johnny said, "No, I'm not leaving. I've already broken my leg once, I'm not leaving again."
He held her gently.
In his heart, Lola was not just his wife, not just the mother of his three children. She was always the little girl with a backpack standing in front of him.
They had been through so much, and at this wedding, they were both deeply moved.
So were the guests.
When Lola turned around to throw the bouquet, everyone was waiting below to catch it. But Lola didn't throw it. She took a step forward, hugged Natalie, and placed the bouquet in her hands, saying softly, "You and Sienna must find someone you love and get married!"
Natalie's throat tightened, and she couldn't speak for a long time.
Grant turned to look at her.
Perhaps he was reminded of some memories, and his gaze softened, not as aggressive as it had been in the morning.
But Natalie didn't want to look at him.
She hugged Lola and whispered, "I will."
Maybe before this morning, she still felt a bit melancholic, but after last night, she felt that she and Grant were completely over.
From now on, he could disappear from her world.
She still felt a bit uncomfortable. As she stepped off the stage, Clayton noticed and stepped forward to hold her waist. From Grant's angle, it looked like Clayton was pulling Natalie into his arms.
His eyes darkened.
Clayton had just arrived that morning. When he held Natalie's waist, she flinched, clearly in pain. A woman's side waist was mysteriously injured, it was obvious what had happened.
Clayton cared for her deeply.
He lowered his head, his prominent nose brushing her ear, and asked softly, "Were you with him last night?"
Natalie didn't intend to hide it, "Yes, it was an accident. I was drunk."
Clayton had many questions, but considering it was a wedding and Natalie's feelings, he held back. Natalie's voice softened, "There won't be a next time. We're completely over."
She didn't mention the pill, fearing Clayton would lose his temper.
Clayton noticed her pale face. He was worried and greeted Johnny briefly before taking her away. In the car, Natalie's face grew paler, eventually as white as a sheet.
Clayton told the driver, "Head to the nearest hospital."
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and changed direction, heading to the hospital.
The examination revealed nothing serious.
The doctor looked at Clayton and spoke bluntly after some thought, "You can't be too rough during intercourse. Being too aggressive makes it uncomfortable for the woman. You men only care about your own pleasure, not the woman's well-being! Also, not everyone can take contraceptive pills. This is clearly a stomach spasm, and the pain can be excruciating."
Clayton slowly clenched his fists but didn't deny it.
The doctor scolded him a bit more, then sent him to pay and get the medication. Back in the car, he found water for Natalie and helped her take the medicine. He didn't mention Grant and only said, "You insist on being alone, don't you? Even when you're sick, there's no one to take care of you."
He spoke gently, but Natalie understood his meaning.
Clayton wanted to be with her.
But how could she?
She leaned back against the car seat, closing her eyes. After a while, she spoke softly, "Clayton, you know I can't..."
She couldn't have children.
Clayton was the only son in his family, and the Percy family needed an heir. She couldn't and didn't dare to be with him.
Clayton knew what she was worried about.
He didn't push her. He put the water bottle away and gently touched her face.
He was so tender!
Then he leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers, and sighed softly, "How will you know what I can do for you if you don't give it a try? Natalie, you're just a child yourself."
If they couldn't have children, he would treat her like his child.
They got along well. They could travel together, and see the world.
If she needed healing, he had a lifetime to spend with her, to love her, to help her forget the pain caused by that person.
He was so good, Natalie almost didn't dare accept him.
She knew the pain of love and didn't want to hurt someone good to her. She wanted to refuse, but Clayton didn't let her. He gently touched her lips, then his slightly dry, long fingers lightly caressed her velvet-like lips.
It was somewhat intimate.
They had known each other for many years, always as friends. This was the first time like this.
Natalie was not used to it. She moved slightly and called out, "Clayton," wanting him to be rational.
Clayton was more assertive than usual.
He grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her sides. His blue eyes fixed on her, his voice hoarse, "I gave you time! You didn't get back together, and he made you hurt and cry! Natalie, give me a chance! I'll be better than him, a hundred times better! I won't make you cry, I won't let you be in pain alone. I'll always be by your side, and you'll be by mine."
Natalie's lips trembled slightly.
She was wavering. A psychologist once said that when a person is hurt, they instinctively seek comfort. Clayton was the best comfort, but she couldn't!
"Give me a chance!"
Clayton wrapped his arm around her neck, carefully and lovingly pulling her into his embrace. He did nothing else, just held her.
His embrace was warm, like the sun.
But Natalie's heart had been frozen for eight years. She longed for sunlight and warmth.
Slowly, she rested her face on his shoulder. At that moment, she felt like crying. She gently wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice choked, "Clayton, let's give it a try!"
The car window was half-lowered, the couple tenderly embracing, and Natalie accepted the sunlight that belonged to her.
Outside the car, a tall figure stood quietly.
He watched the couple inside, watched the girl who used to chase after him saying, "Grant, you're so handsome," now in someone else's arms, even hugging that person.
He watched as she trembled, kissing Clayton lightly.
His palm stung.
But Grant felt nothing. He kept watching her, then lowered his eyes and smiled faintly. What did that old affection mean?
She had finally chosen a path that suited her.
Their eyes met briefly, and Grant turned to leave. As he passed a trash can, he threw away the stomach medicine he had been holding.
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