Chapter 827 Clayton, I'm Pregnant 1
Inside the car, Nancy sat in the passenger seat.
Natalie still refused, "I'll just call a cab. It's really convenient."
The rain was pouring.
Pedestrians hurried along the sidewalk, and all the taxis were occupied. Where could she find a cab?
Pretending to look at her phone, Natalie heard Grant urge her again, "Get in! I'll take you to the office."
Nancy gently echoed his sentiment.
Natalie couldn't refuse any longer. She forced a smile, "Sorry for the trouble!"
She settled into the back seat, her hair slightly damp.
Nancy handed her a towel, smiling and making small talk. Natalie responded briefly...
She had no intention of becoming friends with Nancy. Given her past with Grant and Haven's presence, it wasn't appropriate to get too close to Grant's wife.
Too much closeness could end up hurting her.
During the 20-minute drive, Natalie sat in the back, remaining silent.
Up front, Grant focused on driving.
At a red light, Nancy would chat with him about weekend movies or upcoming travel plans. They seemed like a long-time couple, comfortable and at ease.
Grant responded to Nancy calmly, not neglecting her.
Finally, the car stopped in front of Natalie's office building.
Grant, ever the gentleman, opened the car door for her. Natalie thanked him and was about to leave when she saw Nancy also step out, standing beside Grant.
She gave a polite thank you and entered the building.
The rain continued to fall.
Grant looked away and spoke softly, "Let's get back in the car."
Once inside, the atmosphere felt even more tense than when Natalie was there. Grant remained silent, focusing on the road ahead.
Nancy sat beside him.
She turned to look at him, "Are you angry?"
"No!" Grant answered quickly, but the speed of his response suggested otherwise.
The atmosphere was delicate.
After a while, Nancy spoke softly, "You must think poorly of me! Yes, I wanted her to get in the car. I wanted to see if there was still something between you two."
"I felt insecure and wanted to test you. I even showed off our affection in front of her on purpose."
The rain outside grew heavier.
Grant's voice was deep, "Did you get your answer?"
He was clearly unhappy.
Nancy had her answer.
Because he cared, Grant was upset and angry... He was worried about Natalie's feelings.
He still cared for her and had never considered the rumors Nancy had to endure.
Nancy spoke softly, "Drop me off at the curb. I'll take a cab home."
The car stopped.
But Grant didn't let her out. Instead, he locked the car doors.
He turned to her and spoke gently, "Nancy, I thought at our age, we shouldn't beat around the bush. I've been honest with you. There's no chance for me and her anymore."
"You saw it yourself—it's not that I don't want her, it's that she doesn't want me! Don't do these childish tests anymore."
He paused, his voice softening, "If you really can't accept it..."
He wanted to say they could call off the wedding.
Life was long. If they forced a marriage, and his feelings were a constant thorn in her heart, it would bind Nancy, not him.
Nancy knew he still hadn't fallen in love with her. His heart was still with Natalie.
She couldn't help but cry.
She despised herself for acting like a jealous woman, wanting all of Grant's attention. It was something she couldn't accept.
She cried silently, her nose turning red.
She turned her face away in embarrassment.
Grant watched her for a long time, then sighed softly.
He took a tissue and wiped her face, then gently held her in his arms... Nancy cried even harder.
Falling for Grant was her greatest embarrassment.
But she couldn't give up!
Natalie arrived at the office and learned that the driver had encountered some issues on the way.
After finishing her work, she took a cab back to her apartment.
By evening, the rain had stopped.
In early spring, a rainbow appeared in the sky. Natalie watched it for a long time as her car stopped at an intersection.
Her phone rang. It was Clayton, his voice gentle, "I picked up Haven. We're home. What do you want to eat?"
Natalie didn't have much of an appetite.
But she still tried to think and said, "I want cheesy mashed potatoes and fresh shrimp."
Clayton chuckled, "Sure! I'll make it for you!"
After hanging up, Natalie thought about how Haven was probably with Clayton, picking out fresh shrimp at the supermarket. She couldn't help but smile.
She thought about the cheesy mashed potatoes.
It was her favorite dish, but thinking about it now made her feel a bit queasy.
She had a vague feeling but didn't want to believe it... Wasn't Clayton supposed to be infertile?
After calming down for a while, she felt a bit better.
But passing by a fancy restaurant, the nausea returned, making her feel like she was going to throw up but couldn't.
She pulled over to the side of the road and sat quietly in the car for a long time.
Even if she was slow to realize, she understood... she was pregnant.
Natalie took out her phone and called Clayton. He didn't answer, probably busy picking out shrimp.
She thought about sending him a message: [Clayton, I might be pregnant.]
But she typed and deleted it several times.
What if she wasn't pregnant?
Natalie went to a private hospital where the Devereux family had a familiar doctor.
In less than half an hour, it was confirmed—she was pregnant... six weeks along.
Natalie stared at the words for a long time, her eyes welling up.
She was having another child, with Clayton.
She carefully folded the pregnancy test result and placed it in her purse, planning to show it to Clayton when she got home.
She believed Clayton's previous health check was wrong. His fertility was normal.
On the way back, she drove slowly.
She was careful to protect herself and the baby. She thought Haven would be happy to know she was going to have a little sister or brother.
Natalie parked in front of the apartment building.
Unexpectedly, she saw someone.
It was Grant.
He leaned against his black car, holding a bag. It was something Natalie had left in his car.
Of course, he wasn't there just to return it but to speak on Nancy's behalf.
Natalie took the bag.
She heard Grant say softly, "Don't take it to heart. She meant no harm."
Natalie hadn't taken it to heart.
She could tell Nancy was a good woman who genuinely loved Grant... Grant's words on Nancy's behalf showed how much she meant to him. She was happy for them.
Natalie smiled slightly, "Congratulations!"
As the sun set and the evening breeze blew... Grant stood there, gazing at the woman he had loved for many years.
Perhaps he would always find it hard to forget her, always feel regret, but it was time to say goodbye. This would be his last visit.
From now on, any more visits would be an intrusion.
He thanked her.
Natalie thought for a moment and said, "Grant, we're both moving forward. I'll take good care of Haven."
He understood her meaning.
He turned to open the car door, ready to leave... Natalie stood quietly, watching him go.
But Grant couldn't help turning back to give her a quick hug. He whispered in her ear, "No matter when, if you need help, you can always come to me."
He let go immediately, got in the car, and left quickly.
Parting is hard, especially when it's prolonged and painful.
Natalie was momentarily stunned.
Then she smiled, feeling relieved.
She thought, 'Nancy is a good woman; Grant will surely be happy.'
Just as she was about to head to the elevator, she saw Clayton standing at the entrance.
He was holding Max, probably taking the dog for a walk...
At that moment, his expression was dark, and the backlight made it hard to read his emotions.
But Natalie could guess he had seen Grant. She just didn't know how much he had seen.
She felt at ease, walking over to him, taking the dog's leash, and petting Max's head.
Max wagged its tail at her.
Natalie looked up and calmly said, "The driver's car broke down this afternoon. I happened to run into Grant and Nancy. They gave me a ride, and I left something in his car, so he brought it over."
Clayton focused on her, not saying a word.
Natalie didn't know if he believed her or not. She was about to explain further when the housekeeper brought Haven out.
Haven ran over to Clayton, asking to be picked up.
Natalie was nervous.
Clayton picked up Haven and said gently, "Let's make something delicious for Haven."
After speaking, he carried Haven to the elevator.
Natalie could tell he was angry... He must have seen Grant's hug.
But that wasn't her intention. She hadn't expected Grant to hug her suddenly.
She bit her lip and took the dog upstairs.
The housekeeper noticed the tension between them and whispered to Natalie, "Ms. Devereux, Mr. Percy saw you coming back and came down on purpose."
Natalie felt troubled.
During dinner, Clayton was distant, not cold but definitely not as warm as before. Natalie felt they needed to talk.
After dinner, Clayton played with Haven for a while before going to the study.
Natalie put Haven to bed.
The housekeeper brought a plate of fruit and gave her a look, "Couples fight, but they make up. Just be sweet to Mr. Percy, and it'll blow over."
Natalie thought the housekeeper had seen it too.
She didn't explain, just said, "It was a misunderstanding."
The housekeeper quickly waved her hand, "Ms. Devereux, your character is beyond question. But sometimes men need a little coaxing... Talk it out, and everything will be fine."
Natalie nodded.
She knocked on the study door. After a while, a voice came from inside, "Come in!"
Natalie pushed the door open.
As soon as she entered, the smell of cigarettes hit her.
She waved her hand to disperse the smoke, "Why are you smoking so much? It's bad for your health!"
Clayton remained seated, his gaze focused, watching her quietly. "You still care about me?"
Natalie put her things down, walked over, took the cigarette from his hand, and opened the window to let the smoke out.
Just as she was about to turn around, Clayton hugged her from behind.
He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, and spoke in a low voice, "In the evening, I stood here and saw you talking to Grant. I saw him hug you!"
"Natalie, do you still have feelings for him?"
Natalie felt embarrassed.
She turned her head, trying to kiss his chin, to calm him down.
But Clayton remained unmoved.
His eyes stayed on her, and suddenly, he lifted her onto the desk... starting to untie her robe. The loose belt came undone, revealing her body.
With a soft click, his belt buckle opened.
The hem of his white shirt slipped out of his waistband, and the zipper of his pants was pulled down...
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