Chapter 824 You Have a Child with Her, Right?
Grant focused on her.
Even though he had been drinking and had Nancy in his arms, his eyes remained cold.
This was something that could fool others, but not the person closest to him.
Nancy's voice choked up as she finished speaking.
She looked down and gave a self-deprecating smile. "Grant, even if you don't say it, I know! You'll never forget her, will you?"
Grant stared at her for a long time after she spoke.
Suddenly, he asked, "Is it because I haven't touched you?"
"No!"
Nancy felt deeply embarrassed when she heard this. "That's not what I meant!"
Grant released his hold on her waist.
He instinctively reached for his cigarette pack, but it was in his coat pocket, and his coat was underneath him.
So, he looked at Nancy, his fiancée in name.
Their wedding date was set.
It was scheduled for May 20th, a date Nancy had chosen.
He had always been clear about her feelings for him, but he didn't love her. He was just settling, so he didn't respond.
He stared at her face for a long time, seemingly contemplating.
"I don't want to lie to you. It's not too late to back out now..."
His feelings for Natalie hadn't faded, and he didn't want to deceive her.
Hearing this, Nancy's eyes reddened.
But she didn't say anything. She just moved slightly, trying to sit next to him.
But a hand grasped her slender waist.
Grant continued what he had been doing, but he didn't unbutton her clothes again.
Instead, he touched her waist and slid his hand under her skirt, making her feel good through her stockings.
Nancy had never been with a man before.
Her slender waist moved under his large hand, making soft sounds as he teased her.
Grant knew she was enjoying it.
Her expression said it all.
In fact, he didn't have much sexual experience either. His only experience was with Natalie.
After Natalie married Clayton, he had a few casual encounters in the business world, but he could never go through with it.
He couldn't accept being with someone who wasn't a proper woman.
Now, the woman with him was his future wife.
He didn't love her, but he was sure he had some affection for her.
Nancy's maturity suited the current Grant.
But the car wasn't the right place, so Grant took her back to his villa.
In that gray-toned bedroom, on that equally cold bed, he made Nancy a real woman.
When he entered her, Grant had a moment of distraction. Nancy's cries reminded him of his first time with Natalie.
She was just as helpless, carefully calling his name. "Grant, Grant..."
Grant cried, he cried while making love to his legitimate future wife.
It was too unbearable.
He covered Nancy's eyes with his hand.
But Nancy still saw. She felt even more humiliated, lying naked under him while he reminisced about his lover.
The passion was intense.
Sweat dripped down.
But their hearts were cold and distant. They couldn't warm each other or touch each other's true feelings.
In that moment, Nancy had a fleeting thought of giving up.
She thought, 'Let it go! He doesn't love me, and he might never love me. Why hold on to someone like this?'
But when she opened her eyes, she saw Grant's handsome face, his deep eyes, and his profound love for another person.
All of this became Nancy's poison.
When everything cooled down, Grant pulled a thin blanket over Nancy and got out of bed to take a shower.
But when he came back, the bed was empty. Nancy had left. The disheveled sheets and the brownish bloodstains proved her purity.
The pillow still had traces of Nancy's tears.
Grant looked silently for a while, then put on a robe and went downstairs to ask the housekeeper about Nancy's whereabouts.
The housekeeper replied politely, "Ms. Walsh just left a moment ago."
Grant lit a cigarette. "How did she leave?"
The housekeeper immediately replied, "She left with the driver, Yale Darden, who had just returned from shopping."
Grant nodded, said nothing, and went back upstairs.
Halfway up, he paused. "Change the sheets and bedding."
The housekeeper had heard the commotion earlier.
Grant had been rough, and Nancy had cried for a long time. She probably left because she was angry at Grant's roughness.
The housekeeper went upstairs, found a new set of sheets, and started changing them. When she saw the bloodstain, she was a bit stunned.
Nancy was still a virgin. Grant had been too rough.
While the housekeeper changed the sheets, Grant sat in the living room smoking.
Grant thought about Nancy and the drunken sex. Forcing passion was a lie. He just wanted to convince himself that he had moved on, that he wasn't still hung up on Natalie.
Nancy's tears exposed his lie.
She had every right to be sad and upset.
But Grant also thought that having a wife who loved him too much wasn't a good thing.
It wasn't fair to Nancy.
He thought for a while and called his secretary to pick out an expensive set of jewelry from the safe and send it to the Walsh Villa.
This wasn't compensation; it was a man's way of comforting a woman.
But the secretary told him that Nancy didn't accept it.
Grant thought that if he didn't go personally, Nancy probably wouldn't take it.
He was awful for what he did while drunk.
Later, Grant went to the Walsh Villa himself.
The Walsh Villa was very quiet.
The housekeeper told him, "Ms. Walsh just returned this afternoon. She's upstairs... probably reading. I'll inform Mr. McCall."
Grant said it wasn't necessary.
He went upstairs and pushed open Nancy's bedroom door without knocking.
Nancy wasn't reading.
She was wearing a white, semi-transparent nightgown, sitting on the sofa with her legs spread, applying medicine.
She didn't expect anyone to come in, especially not Grant, and was momentarily stunned.
Grant didn't expect to see such a scene either.
It was quite shocking.
Nancy, a well-bred lady from a prestigious family, was in a position that was almost slutty... even more seductive than when they were in bed earlier.
Grant was an honest man.
He admitted that he wanted to make love to her at that moment, but that would be despicable.
Nancy stared at him blankly... after a moment, Grant closed the door and locked it.
He walked over to her, took the ointment from her hand, and said softly, "Let me help you."
Nancy didn't react, and he lifted her hips with one hand, clumsily applying the medicine.
The atmosphere was delicate.
Nancy wanted to close her legs, but Grant stopped her. He looked at her tender skin and said hoarsely, "Does it hurt?"
Of course, it hurt!
It was Nancy's first time, and Grant hadn't been gentle at all.
But she didn't want to say it. Saying it felt like showing weakness and compromising...
Nancy came from a good family. She liked Grant, but she also had her pride.
She didn't speak, and Grant didn't force her.
After applying the medicine, he pulled down her nightgown.
Only then did he have the time and mind to think that his future wife Nancy had a great figure.
She looked slim, but without clothes, she was quite voluptuous.
No man wouldn't like that, even if Grant didn't have feelings of love for her.
He had to admit, her body was attractive to men.
Just as he was about to speak, he noticed a small box on the sofa.
It was a box of... birth control pills?
Grant looked at it for a long time.
Sensing his gaze, Nancy bit her lip and explained, "When we made love earlier, you didn't use a condom..."
"We're getting married in a few months, and it's not the right time to have a child."
Grant picked up the box and looked at it.
It was open, and the pills were gone. There was a glass of water on the table, indicating she had already taken the pill.
He asked her calmly, "Is it because of the wedding timing, or do you feel insecure and don't want a child right now?"
Nancy's face was a bit pale.
She leaned lightly on the sofa, and after a long time, she finally spoke some truth.
She wasn't questioning but stating, "You and her, you have a child, don't you?"
Grant didn't speak, his expression not pleasant.
After all, those memories were tied to his most painful experiences.
Because of one word, he lost Natalie, lost the child, and lost his own mother.
Nancy didn't back down.
She smiled faintly, "Even though many people told me this before, I didn't believe it! Until today, when you shook hands with that man named Clayton..."
"Grant, you're not usually so warm or easygoing, and you're not that magnanimous. The reason you reconciled with that man is because of the child... because her child is yours, right?"
Grant looked at her quietly.
Nancy knew she was right, and in that moment, she felt pathetic.
"Why did you still make love to me if you guessed it?"
Grant asked softly, then his hand gently touched her face.
Nancy's face was a bit cold.
It was clear she had cried again...
Grant wasn't emotionally unintelligent. With a little thought, it wasn't hard to understand. Nancy liked him, so she was heartbroken.
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