Chapter 630 Let’s Have a Baby
“Where’s your grandmother?” Natalie had intended to ask this question earlier.
"She has returned home, of course. What else? Should she stay to watch? I don’t want to give her a heart attack,” Oliver replied with a straight face.
"What nonsense are you saying?” Natalie retorted.
Oliver laughed. He knew Natalie, always so naive, was unaware of the extent of Marjorie’s knowledge. Her cunning and intelligence were a stark contrast to the reserved and graceful image she had maintained for years.
"And what of the snake venom? Has it been treated?" Natalie's attention shifted to the bandage on Oliver's hand.
Oliver lightly pinched Natalie's cheek, showing a slight annoyance. "Mrs. Windsor, why do you ask so many questions when we’re in such a position?"
Her response was muffled. Before she could escape his grasp, he kissed her passionately once again.
"You’ve taken a shower, right? I’ve showered as well,” Oliver said meaningfully.
Natalie did not respond. She felt a little tense, but Oliver kissed her tenderly and whispered, “Baby, relax.”
…
At some point, Natalie’s voice turned hoarse. She mustered up the last of her energy and pleaded for mercy.
However, how could Oliver, who had been deprived for months, show mercy?
She briefly considered using the bedside lamp as a weapon against Oliver, but she lacked the strength to do so.
His fervor was not solely driven by desire and love; it was mixed with other emotions. It was also slightly punitive; it was his revenge for her failure to bake him a cake and for her decision to leave Rosewood Estate. There was also his hidden yearning that had accumulated over several months.
Eventually, she could not remember the words that made Oliver stop; was it when she mentioned her legs were hurting?
Natalie had sprained her ankle and sustained a few bruises after falling, but it was not serious; she was able to walk after receiving treatment at the hospital.
Nevertheless, Oliver was not willing to compromise her well-being.
As Natalie drifted into a restless sleep, she felt him carefully lift her leg and place a gentle kiss on her foot. It tickled, and instinctively, she kicked out, causing him to hiss in pain. Exhausted, she was unconcerned about where her kick had landed; she drew her feet under the covers and fell asleep.
Oliver took a moment to recover from the surprise. Had Natalie not been in such a pitiable state, he might have woken her up. He muttered jokingly, “If you kill me, you’ll be a widow.”
After taking a shower, Oliver returned to find Natalie deeply asleep. As he cradled her in his arms, she murmured, "No more, no more."
Her voice was exceedingly soft.
For a moment, Oliver pondered if he had overdone it.
…
At the Havens Mansion.
Casey knelt on one knee before Roger.
Roger, appearing worn from constant struggles with his alter ego and visibly drained, declared, "You want to quit? There’s no precedent for someone leaving my employment alive, Casey."
"I’m aware of that," Casey answered, her fists clenched, "But I can no longer deceive Natalie. The more understanding and forgiving she is, the guiltier I feel. I’ll still be loyal to you, but I also want to be loyal to her.”
The room fell into silence.
It was the kind of quiet that precedes a storm.
Each breath Casey took felt like a struggle. Having been raised to serve her leader with absolute obedience and respect, defying her leader was akin to defying heaven itself.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a voice broke the silence.
"Very well…"
Casey looked up; her eyes, which had been devoid of life for more than two decades, now shimmered with hope.
Roger played with the jade pendant around his neck, his fingers tracing the engraved 'H’ as he said, “Upon leaving my service, you’ll no longer have access to my resources and intel. From this point forward, your life and death will be for Natalie."
"Yes, sir!"
…
Oliver woke Natalie up at noon.
“Wake up. Have some lunch first, and you can go back to bed if you want,” Oliver said, helping her to sit up. He offered her a glass of warm water he had prepared, asking, "Would you like some water?"
Natalie was still groggy, and it took a while for her to recall the events of the previous night. The memory of their passionate encounter led her to glance at Oliver and shyly accept the glass.
Oliver laughed at her reaction, reminded of their early days together a year ago.
The water was at a perfect temperature.
After drinking, Natalie hesitated.
“What’s wrong?” Oliver asked upon seeing the troubled expression on her face.
Looking at him with a mix of concern and reproach, Natalie began, "Last night, you didn't use..."
"I forgot," Oliver admitted. It had slipped his mind.
Noticing Natalie's worried look, Oliver probed further, "What's on your mind?"
"I'm trying to think if it's my safe period."
"But even safe days aren’t always safe,” Oliver reminded her.
Natalie's expression grew more troubled.
Oliver leaned forward and looked into her eyes. “Let’s have a baby, okay? You love Tina, don’t you? Imagine how wonderful it would be to give her a little cousin."
He had mentioned this before Natalie could mention using contraceptives in the future.
Natalie wanted to disagree but found herself unable to do so when she looked into his eyes. She hesitated, “But…”
Oliver waited, giving her space to articulate her thoughts.
"I just feel it's not the right time, and I'm not ready," Natalie confessed softly, taking another sip of water.
"And when would be the 'right time'?" Oliver pressed, "Natalie, we’re married."
"It's just not ideal at the moment," Natalie murmured, avoiding his gaze and fiddling with the sheets, "You understand, right? A pregnancy could significantly impact a model's career. And it's not just about that but..."
She trailed off.
Oliver quickly understood the essence of Natalie's concerns. He held her hand and interjected, “But you still don’t trust me completely, right?”
She paused, then attempted to speak again, wanting to deny his accusation. However, Oliver had accurately discerned her true feelings. In such a moment, she found herself unable to lie, especially to someone as perceptive as Oliver.
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