Chapter 828 A Pregnant Woman's Words Are the Truth.
Hearing Mia's words, the other women close to Natalie spoke up.
"Natalie, may I also touch your belly?"
"Natalie, me too!"
"Natalie, I'd like to as well!"
Their eager requests gradually subsided when they noticed Oliver looking at them indifferently. Although Oliver was not one to show his emotions, they could clearly see his expression that seemed to say, 'Do you really think I'll allow you to touch Natalie's pregnant belly? It's impossible.'
Their fantasies were shattered, and they let out a sigh.
…
That night, Natalie lay in bed, half asleep. She sensed returning from his study, bringing a warm scent into the room.
The air was filled with warmth.
Oliver had taken cold showers until September, but now, with Natalie pregnant, he had started to adapt, using only warm water, fearful that the cold might affect her.
After accepting the reality of her pregnancy, Natalie became very sensitive about her belly. Oliver's touch was gentle, yet Natalie still noticed his warm hand resting on her swollen belly. After a while, he caressed it gently.
Natalie's drowsiness vanished. She opened her eyes, which were brimming with joy, and turned to face him before she asked, "Oliver, what are you doing?"
Oliver's hand stiffened instinctively, wanting to pull back, but Natalie held his hand. His warm palm pressed firmly against her belly, feeling its roundness. He felt a bit excited.
"Oliver, you were touching my belly," Natalie said after catching him in the act earlier.
"Yes," he admitted with a helpless and resigned expression. His body relaxed as he gently caressed Natalie's pregnant belly. He said, "I wanted to be the first before anyone else."
"You make it sound like you didn't really want to touch it but just wanted to be the first. Who would believe that?" Natalie mused, wanting to expose his pretense. She smiled and said, "You're touching your son. Why do you feel awkward touching your own son?"
"Son?" Oliver frowned.
"Yes, Tina said the baby is a boy."
Oliver dismissed it immediately. "She's talking nonsense."
Natalie thought to herself, 'Aren't you also talking nonsense?'
Knowing how much Oliver wanted a daughter as cute as Tina and how averse he was to having a son, Natalie chose to remain silent for the time being. Regardless of whether they had a son or a daughter, Oliver would love them both. If she gave birth to a son, she would make trouble for him if he dared to dislike their son. After all, this son was his own doing! He had no right not to like him!
…
The news of Natalie's pregnancy spread swiftly among the guests at the gathering. Everyone present understood the significance of this development.
The Fu family had not made a formal announcement, indicating they wished to keep this matter private for the time being.
Consequently, the major families tacitly maintained their silence. As such, very few know about Natalie’s pregnancy.
However, some astute figures in the fashion industry began to speculate. Natalie was at the zenith of her career, yet Emily, her agent, had declined many job offers, opting to retain only the most prestigious ones. This unusual decision aroused curiosity among her peers.
In the days that followed, the Rosewood Estate was inundated with gifts from various people.
The array predominantly consisted of baby items: strollers, clothing, cots, toys, and even a gold-plated baby bottle!
Liam, who managed the household, took charge of cataloging the gifts. Each item, regardless of size, was meticulously recorded, noting the sender and whether it included a greeting card. This detail would help the Fu family reciprocate the kindness in the future.
Even Liam, who was accustomed to handling luxurious gifts, was surprised when he encountered a gold-plated set among the deliveries—a gold-plated baby bottle, a pacifier, an 18K gold bowl and spoon set, and gold-plated toys. He wondered who would send such extravagant items.
"This... this was sent by the Sinclair family’s young master, Barrett," Liam informed Natalie.
Upon hearing Barrett's name, Natalie’s initial bafflement vanished, and realization dawned on her. It was unexpected, but somehow it perfectly aligned with Barrett's extravagant style, reminiscent of that 'elegant' party he had hosted. The lavish and grounded nature of the gifts encapsulated Barrett's characteristic flair.
When Oliver returned and learned about the gold-plated baby gifts, he remarked dryly, "He's probably gone without a beating for too long."
Liam continued to catalog the array of presents.
"Natalie, Ms. Anderson sent a smart robot, claiming it's for the baby to play with."
Natalie responded jokingly, "Is she trying to scare my child?"
Liam went on, "Natalie, Mr. Roger sent a Bugatti sports car. He said the baby can drive it when he or she turns 18."
Natalie mused about the practicality of such a gift, wondering what sports car would still be in prime condition after eighteen years.
The gifts included other extravagant but perhaps less thoughtful items, such as antique vases, masterpiece paintings, and extraordinary musical instruments. These were clearly chosen by elders seeking to express their 'affection' for Oliver and Natalie, irrespective of whether these gifts were practical for a child.
Oliver, who was typically reserved and distant except towards Natalie and now the child she carried, felt a change within himself as he observed the constant stream of baby gifts and Natalie’s growing belly. His usually cold heart seemed to thaw slightly.
"Liam said you want to go out to buy baby supplies?" he asked, his fingertips gently brushing Natalie's slightly protruding belly.
"Yes," Natalie replied, "I'm almost four months along now."
Oliver peered at Natalie's belly under the blanket. He asked, puzzled, "Four months? Why are you still so thin?"
"How would I know?" Natalie retorted playfully, touching her arm, "I'm not thin, am I? I've gained several pounds."
Oliver looked skeptical. "Only several pounds?"
"Several pounds are already heavy for a professional model, you know?" Natalie countered.
'He doesn't understand my work at all!'
"When are you going shopping? I'm free tomorrow," Oliver said, changing the subject when he sensed a shift in Natalie's mood. He had noticed that while she was usually logical, her pregnancy brought a new, whimsical side to her.
He remembered that his grandmother had once said, "Don't argue with a pregnant woman! A pregnant woman is always right.''
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