Chapter 377 Give Birth to a Daughter
Previously, Lilian had been residing alone in an apartment. Although the apartment was small, it was well-suited for a young girl like her, and she was fond of it.
"It’s all because of Morris!" Lilian said indignantly, clenching her hand. "Morris bought the house next to mine, and I saw him every day. It’s so annoying!"
Natalie was quite surprised.
If Oliver had not informed her about the intricate relationships within the Holder family, she might have actually believed that Morris was trustworthy and really liked Lilian.
Upon Oliver's return, he encountered an unexpected guest clinging to Natalie's arm and acting in a spoiled manner.
The unexpected guest, Lilian, greeted her cousin with a cheeky smile, "You’re back!"
Oliver regarded her with an impassive expression and asked, "Do you have a lot of free time? If so, go and deal with Morris.”
Lilian was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"He sent me a message saying he wants to meet you,” Oliver said. His expression clearly conveyed the message, ‘Leave my house’.
"Natalie!" Lilian hugged Natalie’s arm, wanting to ask for her help, but Oliver swiftly pulled Natalie into his arms.
Lilian cried out, “No, don’t abandon me!”
Natalie could not help but laugh at Lilian’s reaction.
Eventually, Oliver relented and agreed to allow Lilian to stay at Rosewood Estate for one night, but she was to leave the following day.
Lilian and Morris were engaged; it was a matter involving the interests of two prominent families.
Natalie refrained from meddling and instead inquired about Oliver's plans.
"We can send her to Lucas," Oliver stated, standing in front of the bathroom sink, having just brushed his teeth.
Upon hearing the suggestion, Natalie asked, "Are you serious? Won’t they just bicker all the time?"
However, on second thought, Lilian and Lucas bickered a lot, but they also got along very well.
Nonetheless, Natalie was still worried about leaving the two of them alone.
“Honey, do you really think they’ll be able to get along?”
Oliver hummed in agreement, then gestured for Natalie, who was lingering at the bathroom doorway, to come closer.
"Come help me shave."
"No, I don’t know how to!” Natalie quickly refused, waving her hands frantically.
Oliver did not use an electric shaver but preferred the traditional method of shaving foam and a razor, which required a little skill.
Oliver placed the shaving foam in Natalie's hand. "Give it a try."
Natalie's expression was filled with reluctance.
"What if I nick your face? Are you going to go to work with cuts on your face?”
The risk of using a razor was unpredictable.
Oliver pinched Natalie's cheek and laughed before saying teasingly, “If someone asks, I’ll just tell them my wife scratched me in bed.”
Natalie, blushing, protested, "How can you be so shameless? You become more and more shameless with each passing day!”
The deep, melodious laughter of a man reverberated in the bathroom.
"Oliver!" Natalie was exasperated. This man always derived pleasure from teasing her.
"Come on." Oliver uncapped the shaving foam for Natalie.
Natalie glared at him, hesitated for a few moments, and then reluctantly reached out to take it.
She had watched Oliver shave before; it did not seem uncomfortable or particularly complex. In fact, it appeared to be simpler than the meticulous shaping and drawing of eyebrows. Shaping eyebrows required achieving both symmetry and an appealing shape.
On the contrary, one only needed to be clean and neat when shaving a beard.
Ten minutes later.
Natalie ran her fingers over the prickly stubble on Oliver's chin and exhaled a sigh of frustration.
The stubble was not visible, but it was undeniably present.
Earlier, Oliver had made things easier for Natalie by lifting her onto the marble countertop in front of the sink.
Natalie leaned back, almost completely in Oliver's arms. His hands were placed on both sides of her as he stared at her.
Feeling uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny, she said, “I can’t do it, so you better do it yourself.”
His overwhelming presence made it difficult for her to concentrate. She had always found his gaze too penetrating, making her wonder about his thoughts.
"Very well, we’ll practice another time." Oliver put the razor away.
Natalie anticipated Oliver would set her down, but instead, she was met with a fervent kiss.
With one hand on the bathroom counter, Oliver held Natalie's waist and kissed her.
"Let... go… Not here…" Natalie, foreseeing his intentions, struggled and pointed toward the bed.
“It’s fine here. Consider this a punishment for not shaving my face properly,” Oliver said.
Nonetheless, in the end, Oliver fulfilled his wife’s request and carried her to the bed.
At some point, they proceeded to the oversized bed.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, Oliver helped Natalie wash up before he carried her back to bed.
He found it hard to believe he was once someone who could not sleep with others in the room, yet now, he found it impossible to sleep without Natalie by his side.
"Honey, what are your thoughts on Lucas and Lilian?"
"Sleep," Oliver said, covering her with the blanket.
"Lilian is your cousin, and Lucas is my brother!" Natalie expressed her frustration with his dismissive attitude.
"That’s right. She’s my cousin, not my daughter. And Lucas isn’t your biological brother,” Oliver said, gently cradling Natalie's face. His expression was a mix of amusement and warning as he continued, "Darling, if you like worrying so much, why don’t you consider giving birth to a daughter? I promise to take really good care of her.”
"Let’s just go to sleep!" Natalie promptly shut her eyes.
The following day, Natalie accompanied Lilian to Lucas' university.
Lucas had spoken to Oliver the previous night. Oliver had asked Lucas to look after Lilian for a few days. In the past, Lucas would never have agreed to such a request, but knowing the request pertained to Lilian made him quite amenable. He even experienced a sense of inexplicable anticipation.
Nevertheless, given that the person asking for his help was Oliver, who had stolen his sister away from him, Lucas still felt compelled to give Oliver a hard time.
He asked, “Why should I look after her?”
“Because you’re Natalie’s younger brother,” Oliver said nonchalantly, “If you weren’t her younger brother, I would have to constantly remind you of your conduct and ensure a proper distance is maintained."
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