Chapter 552 They Came Together Due to a Misunderstanding
"He has already passed out," A men said.
"Throw him in the river to wake him up." The cold voice pierced through the frigid night, making it feel even more bone-chilling.
With that, Nathaniel left. Half an hour later, at Aurelie's doorstep, Nathaniel approached, only to be suddenly blocked by two bodyguards dressed in black.
Nathaniel frowned, "Move aside."
"Please leave. Miss Watson said that douchebags and scumbags are not allowed near Miss Miller."
Nathaniel looked up at the two bodyguards, his sinister gaze piercing through them, "I'll say it one more time, move aside."
The bodyguards didn't budge.
Nathaniel's patience was completely exhausted.
Just as he was about to lose his temper.
The door opened.
Aurelie stepped out of the dimly lit room and looked up at Nathaniel.
The two stood facing each other in silence.
The stillness stretched for a few seconds, so heavy that even the bodyguards felt the weight of it.
"Let him in," Aurelie finally said.
Nathaniel strode in, grabbing Aurelie by the neck and pulling her inside. The bodyguards moved forward, and the door slammed shut behind them.
With a forceful push, Nathaniel shoved Aurelie onto the sofa. "Do you even know what it means to follow orders?"
His strong hand tightened around Aurelie's neck. She met his eyes, seeing the rage burning in them.
She thought, 'Rage? Why is he so angry? Is it because I refused to donate her uterus to Lillian?
'Of course.
'He is so in love with Lillian.'
Aurelie snorted, meeting his gaze with a defiant look. "Follow orders? Which one are you referring to? Staying put in the cage you've put me in, waiting until October to give birth and then let you take the baby away? Or is it signing the agreement and lying on the operating table to donate my uterus to Lillian? Mr. Kensington, which one exactly?"
Seeing Aurelie's scornful smile only fueled Nathaniel's fury. His mood was already terrible, and Aurelie was just making things worse.
"I told you to stay home, to stop going out. Can't you understand something so simple? You just had to run around, wanting to have the baby but refusing to follow orders. If you lose the baby, that's on you."
Aurelie's anger flared as she glared back at Nathaniel's deep, brooding eyes. His words cut deep. "Yes, if I lose the baby, it's my fault. I owe you so much that losing anything is my own doing, is that what you want to hear?"
Nathaniel's grip left a red mark around Aurelie's neck, a glaring sign of his frustration.
She had tried not to cry, but the pain was overwhelming.
When she was eighteen and abandoned by Joshua, living alone and targeted by a gang, it was Nathaniel who happened to pass by and saved her. But Nathaniel's intervention had been too harsh, resulting in the death of one of the thugs. He was convicted of excessive self-defense and sentenced to ten years in prison for manslaughter.
During those ten years, Aurelie had lived every day with guilt, knowing that Nathaniel had lost a decade of his life to protect her.
She owed Nathaniel a debt she would never be able to repay.
So, after Nathaniel got out of prison, Aurelie was willing to give everything to make it up to him. In their relationship, she always felt like the one beneath him, forever in a subordinate position.
Even when she saw him with Lillian in that hotel room, she didn't dare to ask any questions, not wanting to provoke him further. But this child—what fault did the baby have? Just because it was growing inside her, it seemed it didn't even have the right to be born.
Nathaniel narrowed his dark eyes, puzzled by Aurelie's sudden outburst. She kept insisting that she owed him something, but to this day, he had no idea what she was talking about.
"My life was saved by you, and now you want to strangle me? Go ahead, take this life back if that's what you want."
His gaze deepened, confusion mingling with anger.
He thought, 'When did I ever save her life? What is she rambling on about?'
"What are you talking about?" he demanded.
Aurelie let out a bitter laugh, refusing to answer him.
She thought, 'He has forgotten, and after eleven years, it is understandable.
'But it doesn't matter anymore.'
Watching her red-rimmed eyes, stubbornly biting her lip to hold back tears, Nathaniel felt a tightening in his chest. He unconsciously loosened his grip around her neck.
"Let me have this baby," Aurelie said through gritted teeth. "Once I give birth, I'll donate my uterus to Lillian. Then I'll take the child and leave—never to disturb you two again. Just consider it settling my debt to you. Is that fair?"
This was her final plea.
In her mind, let her have the baby, and she would repay him. She would vanish from their lives, never to return. Lillian's behavior today had shown she didn't want to raise the child; she wanted Aurelie's uterus. Nathaniel must have felt the same way, or he wouldn't have come here in the middle of the night. If that were the case, she would donate it. Why not?
"Nathaniel, you love Lillian, and I wish you both the best. If you want her to have your child, I'll make it happen. If you don't want to see me again, I'll leave—forever. I won't show up in front of you again. How does that sound?"
"You want to leave?" Nathaniel's brows knitted together, a flicker of anger igniting in his eyes.
"Yes, I want to leave—leave you, leave both of you. I don't want to see you anymore. I was with you to repay what I owed, and now I'll settle that debt with this uterus. I'll fulfill your and Lillian's wish to have a child. Is that enough?"
Aurelie stared at Nathaniel, her eyes bloodshot and wild.
His heart ached at the sight of her pain.
She claimed to owe him and said he had saved her, but he had no memory of it. Yet, from her words, he gathered that she was with him, agreeing to all of this because she felt indebted to him. It was all about repayment.
Nathaniel reflected on their year and a half together. Aurelie had taken care of him meticulously, constantly seeking to please him, and had been entirely submissive.
Even when he knew she was aware of his affairs, Aurelie never complained. At the time, he saw her as a perfect partner—someone who was undemanding and loving.
But now he realized that Aurelie's seeming lack of complaints wasn't due to her nature. Instead, she felt she owed him and therefore didn't feel entitled to express her frustrations.
He had assumed that her devotion meant she loved him deeply. But it wasn't love; it was a sense of obligation. Her feelings of debt were not actually owed to him. They belonged to another man, and Aurelie had mistakenly transferred that sense of debt onto him.
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