Chapter 384 Let’s Have a Daughter
Oliver frowned, looking deep in thought.
Natalie looked at Oliver, slightly upset and impatient.
"Speak! And stop pinching me!"
In a futile attempt, she tried to extricate her hand from beneath the blankets to remove Oliver's grip on her cheek.
Oliver asked her, “Do you know what you did wrong?”
Puzzled, Natalie asked, "What did I do wrong?"
Undeterred, Oliver pressed, "Think about it."
With a roll of her eyes, Natalie conceded, "Ok, ok, I did something wrong."
"And what is it?” Oliver finally withdrew his hand.
Natalie, now pouting, massaged her cheek while casting Oliver a sidelong glance.
‘How am I supposed to know when I didn’t do anything wrong?’
Oliver lifted her chin and carefully moved her hand away from her face before he looked at the red mark on her face. He touched the mark as he asked softly, “Does it hurt?”
"Yes, it hurts," Natalie retorted playfully. However, it was clear that was not the case.
With a sigh, Oliver hugged her securely and gently repositioned her so that she was facing him.
"Ah!"
The sudden movement left Natalie disoriented. Before she could gather her bearings, she found herself lying atop Oliver. She found herself in a position where she could distinctly feel the contours of his abdominal muscles.
"What are you doing?"
Taken aback, Natalie attempted to rise, but Oliver's firm hold on her waist made it impossible.
He then raised the blanket, covering Natalie.
"Natalie, you are my wife. Don’t push me away so readily."
As he spoke, his voice vibrated through his chest, and in her current position, his voice gave her an indescribable feeling.
"Mhm," Natalie murmured in response.
"Darling, are you blushing?" Oliver suddenly remarked, noticing the delicate pink hue of Natalie's ears. He could not help but chuckle at the sight.
In the soft light of early morning, his voice had a distinctive huskiness, making it very sensual.
Natalie found herself wishing that she did not respond to him earlier. She marveled at how effortlessly Oliver varied his terms of endearment for her, switching between ‘Natalie’, ‘Darling’, ‘Baby, and ‘Mrs. Windsor’, among others, so easily.
"You’re blushing."
Oliver's tone was laced with a light amusement as he gently cupped her face.
"Darling, after all this time, why are you still blushing?”
Natalie looked at the blanket as she thought to herself, ‘What does that have to do with me blushing? This is embarrassing’.
Oliver said lazily, “Since you’re wife, feel free to look as much as you want. You can even touch me.”
Upon hearing his words, Natalie's cheeks flushed a deeper shade, and his laughter grew louder. She playfully slapped his chest, the impact sending a jolt through her own hand rather than causing him any discomfort.
"Shut up!"
"Mrs. Windsor, what about having a daughter? If we were to have a daughter, perhaps you wouldn't be so easily flustered," Oliver mused. He sometimes considered the notion of having children less appealing, fearing they might divert his wife's attention. Yet, he often found himself longing for a mini version of Natalie.
"No!" Natalie countered firmly, glaring at him.
"Alright, what about a son?"
"Are you trying to irritate me? I already said I don’t want children for now!” Natalie said.
She was not enthusiastic about having children of her own. Although she liked children, her own upbringing had left her without a sense of parental warmth. The prospect of raising children did not appeal to her, and she harbored certain reservations toward the idea.
"Honey, I... don’t want children," Natalie seized the moment to be honest with him, saying, "At least, not in the foreseeable future."
Oliver was not flustered by her admission. He said gently, “If you don’t want children, then that’s fine.”
‘What if we had a son instead? I only want a daughter… In any case, it’s fine if we don’t have children…’
Having not received parental love himself, Oliver doubted his capabilities as a father. With Natalie expressing no current desire for children, he chose to respect her wishes.
Catching a glimpse of the clock, Natalie noted the advancing hour.
"It’s nearly eight o'clock. Are you going to get out of bed? Otherwise, you’ll be late for work."
The operations at RK Corporation commenced at nine in the morning.
In response, Oliver hugged her slender waist and said, “I’m taking the day off to spend time with you.”
In the end, they did not leave the warmth of their bed until noon had passed.
…
Jane could not help but call Natalie.
Natalie was very calm, showing no signs of distress. She even discussed her reluctance to have children with Oliver that morning, and how he had agreed.
Jane chuckled. “The Internet is awash with speculation, and I was so worried about you. As it turns out, you were having a romantic morning with Oliver!”
"What romantic morning? Don’t talk nonsense!"
Natalie's cheeks warmed at the mention of her morning with Oliver, and Jane chose not to tease anymore.
…
Shortly after Jane ended the call, a servant escorted Jamie into the room.
Jamie approached Oliver and discreetly informed him, "Sir, Mrs. Watson awaits outside the entrance."
Upon learning of her presence, Oliver instructed Jamie to escort Mrs. Watson to him.
At this time, Natalie was occupied with her daily exercise routine, unfazed by the online speculation, showcasing her commitment and respect for her profession.
Oliver chose not to inform Natalie about Mrs. Watson's arrival.
Given the vast expanse of Rosewood Estate, Oliver directed Jamie to lead the visitor across to the far side of the artificial lake. This area, seldom frequented by others, was deemed suitable for more private matters.
Mrs. Watson and her daughter Hailey were polar opposites. Even now, Mrs. Watson maintained her impeccable appearance, her hair neatly combed and donned in a newly launched Chanel suit, exuding elegance and poise.
"Oliver, you've only just discovered the truth, haven't you? The woman you married is of unknown origin! She’s not part of the Watson family! Doesn’t it anger you to be married to someone with such a lowly standing? Did you call me here to vent your frustration for that b*tch? Where’s that wretched girl? Let me make this clear —even if you were to end my life, it wouldn't change the reality of her origins!"
Restrained by two bodyguards, Mrs. Watson’s movements were limited. With her hands secured, she was forced to bow, managing only to lift her head slightly in a decidedly graceless pose. However, she smiled at Oliver defiantly.
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