Chapter 867 Why Are You So Distant with Grant?
In that moment, it felt like she was transported back in time, back to when she was pregnant with Haven, back to when she trusted Clayton with all her heart... She was deeply moved, almost to the point of tears.
Natalie gazed at him.
Clayton gazed back at her.
After a long while, he walked over to her with Haven in his arms, looked down at her, and said, "Let's get in the car first."
Natalie held back her tears.
She reached out and gently touched Haven's little face.
Haven seemed to sense Natalie's emotions and leaned in, wanting to be held.
Natalie took her and buried her face in Haven's fluffy hair to hide her own distress.
Throughout it all, Clayton watched her gently, without a hint of impatience.
He lightly wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her to the McCall family's car.
The McCall family driver closed the door for them, greeted Andrew and Chloe, and then got into the car.
Natalie felt a mix of emotions.
Haven, on the other hand, was quite content. "Mommy, that little brother named Lance is really cute! And that older brother named Benjamin, he blushes so much whenever you mention him!"
Natalie remained silent.
Clayton chuckled softly and said to Natalie, "Who taught her these things? But speaking of blushing, your face was quite red this morning too..."
Natalie couldn't listen anymore.
She thought Haven must have learned it from Clayton.
She turned her head, refusing to look at either Clayton or Haven.
Clayton said to Haven, "Mommy is angry!"
Haven looked at her for a while and then whispered, "Mommy's face is red too."
Natalie was even more embarrassed!
Half an hour later, the car stopped at a small villa.
A kind-looking servant came over to open the car door and picked up Haven, calling her affectionately.
Natalie and Clayton got out of the car and stood side by side.
The servant was very polite, "Ms. Devereux, Mr. Percy, Mrs. McCall just gave birth not long ago and isn't feeling well enough to come out. Please understand."
Natalie smiled and shook her head.
At that moment, Grant walked out of the villa.
Seeing Natalie and Clayton standing together, he paused slightly, then smiled and nodded, "You're here!"
Haven ran over, hugged his leg, and affectionately called him "Daddy."
Grant looked down, gently placed his hand on her little head, and comforted her.
He said to Natalie and Clayton, "Come in for a cup of coffee!"
The driver took two boxes of gifts from the trunk and said, "These are from Mrs. Chloe Devereux for Mrs. McCall to help her recover. She said it's the best thing to eat in this cold weather!"
The gifts were clearly valuable and not something money could easily buy.
Grant looked at Natalie and said, "Thank your mother for me."
Natalie smiled lightly, "Where's Nancy? How's Lance? I haven't given them their gifts yet!"
Of course, she didn't need to bring them; Clayton had already prepared everything.
Inside the villa, the heating was just right. A servant brought Lance down, saying Nancy was still recovering and couldn't see guests yet.
Natalie smiled and said it was fine. She held Lance, looked at his features carefully, and then said to Clayton, "He looks more like Nancy!"
Clayton agreed, "Yes, he does look more like Nancy."
Natalie handed Lance back to the servant.
She then talked to Grant about Haven's habits, saying that Haven could sleep alone now but it was best to check on her at night to make sure she didn't kick off the covers...
Grant assured her not to worry.
Their conversation was polite and respectful.
When it was time to leave, she hugged Haven and said she would come to pick her up in five days.
Haven nonchalantly said, "Mommy, I want to stay for ten days."
That was out of the question; Andrew would be the first to disagree.
Among their generation, Andrew doted on Haven the most.
When they were at the Devereux Mansion, he would take her everywhere and even suggested Natalie move her business to Copenhegan, saying there was plenty of room for her to thrive.
Natalie said she needed to return to Syeattel, as Haven was used to living there.
But after the Fireworks Festival, she planned to stay in Copenhegan.
Andrew was getting older, Gavin's business was booming, and she was the only one with a relatively free schedule who could bring her son and daughter to Copenhegan to spend time with their parents.
They declined Grant's offer to send a car and decided to take a leisurely walk. When they got tired, they would catch a cab home.
It was early spring, and the weather was still cold.
Clayton looked down at Natalie's legs, covered only by thin stockings. Despite her winter skirt, it wasn't enough to keep her warm.
He took off his coat and draped it over her, covering her legs.
Natalie turned to him, "Aren't you cold like this?"
Clayton smiled nonchalantly, lit a cigarette, and said, "I went swimming last night! Cold? Men and women are different; men don't get cold."
Thin smoke rose, making his face look deeper.
After a while, he looked at her and said, "I noticed you and Grant were very polite to each other. Is it because I was there that you couldn't talk freely and had to be so formal?"
Natalie thought he was being unreasonable again.
She didn't indulge him. Wrapping his coat tighter around her to block the wind, she said with a hint of playfulness, "Yes! If you weren't there, I would have secretly hugged him!"
Clayton turned to look at her quietly.
Honestly, with the breeze ruffling his neatly trimmed hair and his well-dressed appearance, he looked incredibly handsome.
Natalie noticed several young women passing by who kept glancing back at him.
He remained silent for a long time.
Natalie softly complained, "You started it."
He stepped forward, gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and said in a voice so tender it was almost a whisper, "And you think you can say things like that? If you ever did anything with him, I'd break your little legs."
"My legs aren't short!" Natalie retorted softly.
Wrapped in his coat, only her small face was visible.
Her delicate nose was red from the cold.
Probably because of the morning rush, she only had time for light makeup, not even covering the little freckles on her nose.
But to Clayton, she looked irresistibly cute, making him want to take a bite.
Thinking this, he did just that.
He hugged her, nibbled on her nose, and his large hand slipped inside the coat to give her a squeeze.
His voice was low and husky, "Not only are they not short, they're quite slender!"
Natalie stared at him, stunned.
After a while, she whispered, "Clayton, we're on the street."
"I know!"
He was unapologetic. Then he leaned down and kissed her, whispering in her ear, "I'm kissing my wife; it's none of their business!"
Natalie refused to acknowledge their relationship, "I'm not your wife."
Clayton's gaze was deep and intense. He said, "We made love this morning. If you're not my wife, why would you do that with me?"
He asked if she wanted to do it again, right now.
Then he looked over at a nearby five-star hotel.
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