Chapter 830 How Much Does He Not Want a Son?
"Wrap these up." Oliver pointed at three sets of clothes as Natalie seemed indecisive. They were all in shades of pink. Quickly, he added, "I just randomly picked these."
He had not intentionally chosen pink.
Natalie hesitated, but since they were for the smallest size and would not be worn for long, she decided to let the matter go. When selecting baby clothes earlier, Natalie had intentionally chosen some that leaned towards a boy's style and asked Oliver to pick from them.
"This one," Oliver said, holding up the pink dress that Natalie had set aside.
"Oliver!" Natalie could not hold back. "If we have a son, I'll make sure to tell him what you did today when you're old and need an oxygen tube!"
Jamie, leading the four bodyguards, struggled to contain his laughter. Only Natalie dared to speak to Oliver like that.
"I just think this one is nice," Oliver insisted, not admitting he preferred a daughter.
Natalie did not want to argue with Oliver, the soon-to-be dad who seemed irrational, so she asked the salesperson to pack the boy clothes she had chosen.
"And this one," Oliver added, pointing at the pink dress he had picked.
Natalie was speechless.
The salesperson tried to mediate, saying, "Sir, Madam, you have both boy and girl items. If the first one is a prince, you can have a princess next, and vice versa!"
Natalie was still annoyed with Oliver and muttered, "What if we have two sons..."
Before she could finish, Oliver immediately denied, "Impossible!"
Natalie looked at him, his seriousness, and suddenly felt mischievous. What if she really gave birth to a son? How would he react? He could not possibly put the baby back in her belly!
Oliver was fixated on buying clothes for a daughter, and his preference was clear—everything in pink, especially dresses.
Natalie, considering the possibility of having a son, thought they should also prepare some items for a boy.
During this process, Oliver and Natalie bought a lot of clothes and toys, making the salespeople in this section delighted as their commissions for the month were secured.
"Those two seem familiar," a few salespeople discussed after Natalie and Oliver left.
"You don't recognize them? That's the boss and his wife!"
"The boss? But Isn't Anderson in his fifties?"
"You fool! I'm talking about the one from the headquarters!"
"Oliver Windsor? Let me look it up. It's really him! No wonder that beauty looked so familiar, it's Natalie!"
"Natalie is even more beautiful in person than in photos, her presence is truly remarkable!"
"The boss is handsome too! He actually wants a daughter so much! Their interaction was so funny!"
"Natalie is really bold in front of Oliver. Someone said before that Natalie was desperately trying to please and maintain her relationship with Oliver, using tricks and all, but it's clear that Oliver likes Natalie very much."
"The main point is that Natalie is pregnant! She's pregnant and still has such a great figure!"
In less than ten minutes, all the staff in the maternity and baby section knew that the crowd control today was for the president and his wife. They realized that the company's boss was indeed handsome and that they should get acquainted with his beautiful wife too! Those who did not recognize them looked them up on the Internet immediately. After confirming their identities, their eagerness to meet the president and his wife in the future grew.
When Natalie entered the crib area, her first reaction was to check the color of the cribs. They were simply made of wood, with the only distinction being the type of wood used. Natalie heaved a sigh of relief, hoping Oliver would not opt for pink again.
"Oliver, Natalie, what kind of baby crib would you like to see? I can recommend some options to you," offered the salesperson who approached them, revealing himself to be the store manager.
"Do you know us?" Natalie asked, surprised, as it seemed unusual that they would be recognized. Although she often appeared on the Internet, the photos leaked were always professional or staged, far removed from her actual appearance.
"Of course, everyone in this building knows you now!" the store manager exclaimed, "You look even more beautiful than in the photos, and standing next to Oliver, you're an unforgettable couple."
The store manager, adept at flattering customers, was thanked by Natalie, and she asked him for his recommendations. Given that they were important customers from the headquarters, it was clear they would be shown the most expensive items. The store manager immediately recommended two baby cribs, one with a hint of black and one pink, each priced in the thousands.
"I'll take that one." Oliver decided before Natalie could even begin her contemplation.
"Why?" Natalie questioned, curious about Oliver's consistent choice of pink. Each crib had its own unique design, and she knew Oliver had a knack for selecting high-quality baby products.
"I think this one looks good."
After Oliver spoke, Natalie’s eyes caught the pink decoration on the baby bed. She was speechless. How much did he not want a son? Natalie felt that she was beginning to numbly accept Oliver's strong desire for a daughter.
"Wait."
As Natalie walked, she noticed that her shoelace was untied.
The nearby salesperson quickly approached, intending to help her. In high-end stores like theirs, offering assistance to pregnant women with loose shoelaces or rolled-up pant legs was common, as bending over was inconvenient for them.
However, before the salesperson could take a few steps, a tall figure crouched down in front of her.
"Don't move," Oliver said as he skillfully tied her shoelace before leading her away.
The four bodyguards accompanying them remained unfazed, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.
The salespeople exchanged quick glances, impressed by how doting Oliver was towards Natalie.
As they walked, Oliver advised, "Don’t wear shoes with laces next time; it's dangerous."
Natalie frowned and muttered, "Shoelaces don’t always come undone, and some clothes only look good with lace-up shoes."
"Then just change your clothes," Oliver suggested.
Natalie was still in the early stages of her pregnancy, and they did not need to rush to prepare for the baby. They finished their morning shopping and left the store.
…
Meanwhile, Helen sat in a dessert shop, wearing sunglasses, trying to reduce her sense of presence. She had originally come to talk to Natalie about Susan’s matter but unexpectedly ran into Natalie and Oliver shopping together in the maternity and baby section.
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