Chapter 823 Grant, You Still Like Her, Don't You?
Natalie was still in a daze.
Clayton held her hand, along with the cup she was holding.
Under the dim lights of the private room, his sharp features were clearly defined... many women were secretly staring at him.
Even Clara was momentarily stunned.
She hadn't expected Clayton and Natalie to still be together. She thought no one would want Natalie.
While everyone was in a stupor, Clayton drank half a glass of wine.
As he set the glass down, his voice carried a hint of tenderness as he softly said to Natalie, "I just got off the plane and called Mom. She said you were here, so I came over!"
Being liked by a man and having him express it in front of old classmates, even at Natalie's age, gave her a slight sense of vanity.
At that moment, her gaze remained fixed on him.
Clayton picked up her coat and scarf with one hand.
He apologized to the others, "Sorry everyone, we plan to have a private date."
The room fell silent.
Clara couldn't bring herself to drink her glass of wine, feeling a bitter taste in her heart.
Then Grant spoke softly, "You've been drinking, let Natalie drive!"
The room grew even quieter.
They were shocked! Grant and Natalie's new boyfriend got along so well, and Grant's fiancée beside him maintained a faint smile without showing any displeasure.
Everyone seemed calm, but they were all holding their phones.
Messages were flying.
Clayton was gracious, leaning slightly to shake Grant's hand.
Then he wrapped his arm around Natalie and left.
Outside the hotel, light snowflakes were falling.
Natalie couldn't help but reach out to catch the snowflakes drifting from the sky.
The tiny ice crystals melted into small puddles in her palm.
Clayton adjusted her scarf, "Car keys."
Natalie looked at him, "You've been drinking, I'll drive."
Clayton's eyes were deep, "Just a little, it's fine." He said as he fished the keys out of her coat pocket.
Even after getting in the car, Natalie was still complaining, "This car is too much for a man to drive."
Clayton took off his thin wool coat.
He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, turned to look at her, and the heat in his eyes made her knees weak.
After a while, he said softly, "You didn't mention Grant would be there."
Natalie awkwardly replied, "He came last minute, I didn't know, how could I tell you?"
One with a hint of questioning.
One with a hint of coquettishness.
After speaking, she added, "I should drive!"
Clayton pulled her head close and kissed her.
After not seeing each other for days, the kiss was filled with longing... their lips and teeth intertwined, kissing deeply and shallowly.
After a long time, Clayton rested his forehead against hers.
He gently stroked her rosy lips with a long finger, "Doesn't matter who drives now... let's just call a driver."
Natalie fell silent.
Clayton took out his phone, made a few taps, and placed an order. Then he leaned in to kiss her again.
In the midst of their passion, the driver arrived.
Clayton instructed him to drive to the apartment.
Outside, the snow was falling lightly. They leaned against the back seat.
Natalie talked about home, about Haven not wanting to sleep at night. Clayton talked about his time abroad and his parents.
'Bring them back to live in the country,' she thought, but the words lingered on the tip of her tongue, unable to come out.
After much hesitation, she finally said, "If we lived together, you wouldn't have to keep flying back and forth."
Clayton leaned in and kissed her lips.
He said, "Yeah, that's the plan."
The driver was a young man.
He drove seriously and properly, not daring to sneak a glance in the rearview mirror.
The car arrived at the apartment.
Clayton paid a generous tip and let the driver take a cab back.
He turned around.
Natalie was looking up at the light snow, reaching out to catch the snowflakes.
Clayton held her hand.
Her small hand was cold, while his was very warm. Clayton's voice carried a hint of warmth, "Let's go inside, you can watch from the floor-to-ceiling windows."
He half-embraced her and led her back to the apartment.
Once inside, he seemed a bit impatient, pressing her against the door and kissing her gently.
He kissed her eyelids, her straight nose, and finally her lips, slowly melting her with each kiss...
Natalie was a bit dazed. When he tentatively deepened the kiss, she opened her lips to let him in.
Her obedient demeanor drove Clayton crazy.
Clayton didn't want to be so eager, but in this situation, he couldn't help it... he pressed against her and asked, "Make love first or eat first?"
Natalie was in a daze. She could feel her body yearning for him.
But then, as a woman, she felt a bit reserved.
At that moment, Clayton had already removed her coat and scarf, tossing them onto the sofa.
She was wearing a black sweater dress with a small design on the shoulder, revealing a small patch of translucent skin.
Clayton couldn't help but kiss there.
She arched her body, her hair lightly brushing the sofa armrest, falling onto the white oak floor.
As things escalated, Natalie gently tugged at his hair.
She panted softly, "Let's eat first."
Clayton's gaze deepened. He suddenly grabbed her hand and placed it on his erection. "You sure about that?" he teased, making Natalie blush furiously, refusing to answer.
Clayton chuckled softly against her neck.
He held her hand, gently stroking, filled with affection.
Once he calmed down, he kissed her, "I'll cook! I had the ingredients delivered earlier."
Clayton grilled pork chops, made pizza, and oxtail soup... he also made Natalie's favorite fruit drink.
When he finished, he brought the tray to the living room and saw Natalie lying on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Outside, the snow was still falling.
She lay on the back of the sofa, the daylight outside making her eyelashes clearly visible.
Clayton didn't disturb her.
He set the food down and then walked over, quietly wrapping his arms around her waist, "What are you looking at?"
Natalie didn't move.
Her voice was a bit hoarse, "Clayton, when it was snowing earlier, the sun came out for a bit."
Clayton stared at her profile.
Natalie turned to look at him... after a long time, he lowered his head and kissed her for a while, his voice soft, "Let's eat first, then we can watch together, maybe we'll see it again."
But after dinner, when he cleaned up the dishes, there was no time to watch the snow or the sun... on the sofa, Clayton had one hand on the armrest, the other around Natalie's waist, the veins on the back of his hand standing out.
The pleasure overwhelmed him in an instant... he couldn't think, only her, only Natalie, the woman in his arms.
When they were truly joined, Natalie suddenly spoke softly, "Use a condom."
Clayton paused.
Then he sat up slightly to kiss her, his voice muffled, "You won't get pregnant."
His sperm had lost its vitality.
They didn't need contraception anymore.
Thinking about this, no man wouldn't care. Clayton flipped her over, pressing her beneath him... so fiercely that Natalie couldn't help but cry out.
After several rounds, they were both sweaty.
And a bit sore.
Afterwards, the aggressive Clayton was full of apologies, kissing away her tears and softly apologizing.
Natalie didn't speak, she just held him tightly, embracing him.
When she showered, she did it alone.
The hot water flowed down, sliding from her neck to her flat stomach... Natalie gently touched that spot.
She suddenly remembered what she had said in a moment of urgency.
Clayton said he couldn't have children anymore.
Children weren't everything, but they couldn't just rely on one report to determine that he really couldn't have children anymore.
Maybe the test was wrong, maybe his body had recovered?
She thought, when they were truly together, she would persuade him to go to the hospital for a check-up.
Maybe the doctor was wrong...
She walked out of the bathroom, Clayton was in the study, probably dealing with the international company's affairs.
After his father's leg injury, Clayton had taken over the business there.
Two years ago, that accident still made Natalie's heart race, but she couldn't let her own fear stop Clayton from working.
She was a bit tired, so she took a nap on the bed.
In her drowsy state, she touched the pillow beside her, suddenly thinking of Haven... on a snowy day, how nice it would be to have adorable Haven in her arms.
The alumni gathering ended at two.
Grant had a bit to drink, and Nancy Walsh helped him towards the parking lot.
Behind them, Clara's voice rang out, "Grant, I know I lost to Natalie, not her... seeing Clayton come to pick her up, you must have felt uncomfortable! Maybe they went to a hotel room now."
"Grant, I really look down on you. After all these years, you couldn't marry Natalie, and instead chose to marry a woman you have no feelings for! You haven't even had sex, right? With that bland face, can you even sleep?"
They were surrounded by classmates.
Clara's words were shocking.
But who dared to respond? Only Clara dared to expose Grant's shortcomings... Just look at his face now; he was clearly fuming.
After speaking, Clara felt a bit regretful, but also not.
Grant stared at her, his gaze cold as ice.
After a while, he said softly, "It seems you think your husband's career is too smooth, that he needs more challenges at his age!"
Clara's face turned pale, "Grant, what do you mean?"
Grant ignored her.
He walked to his car, where the driver had already opened the door.
He got in and pulled Nancy in with him, causing her to fall into his arms.
Then, the luxury car door slid shut, blocking everyone's view.
Inside the car, there was the rich aroma of red wine and the scent of a man.
Grant was half-drunk.
He pressed a button, raising the partition between the back seat and the front, blocking the driver's view. Then he lazily began unbuttoning Nancy's shirt...
Nancy's eyes reddened.
She let him unbutton two buttons, then suddenly grabbed his hand, asking painfully, "You still love her, don't you?"
There was no need to explain who "her" was.
They both knew.
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