Chapter 123: Chapter 121: Do I Look That Fragile?
"Do you think I’m that fragile?"
"I’m just worried you’ll be sad."
Hearing this, though Javier Sinclair’s face remained calm, a ripple went through his heart.
’This woman... she actually worries about .’
’Does this an I have a place in her heart?’
At this, he said, "I will treat you well."
Celeste Grant chuckled and said teasingly, "You can’t be sure about that. They say a man’s heart is a fickle thing. When he’s in love, he’s truly in love—he’d give you his life. But when he falls out of love, that’s it. He can treat you like you’re worthless. What if one day you stop loving
and decide to pick on ? If you hit , it’s not like I could win a fight against you."
She was just speaking off the cuff. In truth, whether soone treats you well isn’t about what they say, but what they do. And the facts proved that this man was, in all respects, truly excellent.
Even during all the years she was in her epiphany, he had taken great care of their son. He’d also looked after her parents very well. All of this was enough to show that Javier Sinclair was a responsible man.
Javier Sinclair stroked her hair.
"What’s going on in that little head of yours? Did it spring a leak? I don’t know about other n, but I won’t do that."
He could be ruthless to outsiders and kill without batting an eye, but he would never, ever lay a hand on his wife and child. ’Only incompetent n hit their own won.’ ’As for those losers, they might as well chop off their lower halves. What good are they?’
Celeste Grant placed her hand gently on his chest and tapped it with her finger. "It’s good you’re self-aware. But if that day ever cos... well, congratulations, my dear husband. Ti to take your dicine."
Javier Sinclair’s eyebrow twitched. He had a feeling that wasn’t anything good.
"So what does that an?"
Celeste Grant gave a small smile.
"Want to know?"
"Tell
about it."
"It’s the story of a woman nad Jezebel who, together with her lover, Master Westgate, forced her own husband to drink poison."
Javier Sinclair: "..."
He took Celeste Grant’s hand, guiding it to a spot on his lower abdon, two finger-widths to the right. "If you ever want to kill , stab here."
Celeste Grant froze, not quite processing it. "What are you talking about?" she asked, the words leaving her lips on instinct.
Javier Sinclair said, "This is the fatal flaw in my Cultivation thod. Especially when I’m undergoing tribulation. If you wanted to kill
then, a strike here is a guaranteed kill."
When she finally processed what he’d said, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but curse. "Fuck!" She clapped her hand over Javier Sinclair’s mouth. "Are you insane? How can you say sothing like that? If any of the people who want you dead found out, you wouldn’t even know what hit you. Forget it, just forget it! No one else can ever know about this."
Javier Sinclair said, "Only you know."
Even Celeste Grant herself never imagined he would tell her the location of his fatal weakness.
She knew he was a complete fool for her, but this was insane. If she were the type of woman to deceive him, would he even be alive right now?
Seeing her frantic reaction, Javier Sinclair casually took her hand. "Are you at ease now?" he asked lightly. "If I ever treat you poorly, just stab
dead."
"Are you for real, mister? You’re literally teaching
how to kill you. Snap out of it! This love-blind devotion is going to get you killed."
Javier Sinclair’s face was a mask of confusion. ???
’This woman and her strange words.’
Celeste Grant’s gaze fell on Javier Sinclair’s face.
She was, in truth, deeply shocked. And from him, she felt a burning passion, one that was absolute and without reservation.
He had never once said he loved her, and yet Celeste Grant felt it with every fiber of her being.
Celeste Grant recalled a certain phrase: *Call
husband, and I’ll give you my life.* This man wasn’t just saying words; he was genuinely willing to give his life for her.
Her fingers gently caressed his face.
"Enough with all this talk of dying. Let’s not jinx it. Our family is going to be fine from now on."
’So much for "the villain must die."’
’No. Their entire family was going to live long, happy lives.’
Javier Sinclair said quietly.
"You’re right."
The next mont, an arm tightened around Celeste Grant’s waist, and she found herself pinned beneath him. He leaned in close, his voice a low whisper. "...Still, for you to have the energy to think about all this... does that an you think I’m not performing well enough?"
He lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Celeste Grant froze for a second, then wrapped her arms around his neck.
Shalessly, she and her child’s father were... intimate... until the following afternoon.
That day, even the disciples of the Bloodfiend Den could tell that The Exalted One was in an excellent mood. Rumor had it he’d even gone to the kitchens himself to make a fish stew for his lady.
’The relationship between The Exalted One and his lady is getting better and better.’
「Later that day.」
Aaron Sinclair found Celeste Grant and told her about his run-in with soone who wanted to rip out his Spirit Root.
The mont her son ntioned soone trying to take his Spirit Root, Celeste Grant knew exactly who he was talking about.
"Him again? He still hasn’t given up... You weren’t hurt, were you?"
Aaron Sinclair waved his hand dismissively, putting on the face of a perfectly behaved child.
"Don’t worry, Mother. As if he could do anything to ."
Seeing his smug look, Celeste Grant patted his head, relieved.
"As long as you’re okay."
Aaron Sinclair frowned slightly. "Mother, who is he?"
Celeste Grant explained, "An old enemy. His na is Liam Yardley, from the Azure Sky Sect. I should have told you about him sooner—he’s a very wicked man. You need to be careful if you run into him again. He has a son who’s at death’s door, which is why he’s always scheming to rip out your Spirit Root and give it to him."
At the thought, her eyes turned cold.
’She couldn’t kill Jocelyn Grant, but couldn’t she kill her man? After The Demonic Night Market opens, I’ll find a chance to kill Liam Yardley. Leaving him alive is just asking for trouble. When I think about my brother and my son, I know I can’t let them co to any harm.’
She had been in her epiphany until recently and hadn’t been awake long, so she hadn’t yet found the ti to deal with him.
Aaron Sinclair chuckled slyly.
He scratched his head.
"Heh heh... Mother, you probably won’t be running into him again."
Celeste Grant froze and looked down at her son.
"It was like this..."
Aaron Sinclair briefly explained what had happened.
"For his own selfish desires, that man triggered a beast tide that killed a lot of people. When I heard he wanted to kill
and rip out my Spirit Root, I dealt with him. I sealed his Cultivation and used him to test my potions. When he was on his last breath, I tossed him to the people of Argent to handle. They stabbed him until he looked like a human pincushion right then and there."
"I also tampered with his Primordial Spirit a little. Now, if his Primordial Spirit ever tries to leave his body, it’ll go up in smoke like a firework and scatter."
’This was a new type of Magic I ca up with after studying countless Immortal Sect spells and Demon Sect’s Skills. That guy should feel honored, really. He was the first to experience it.’
Celeste Grant stared at her son, not speaking for a good while.
This...
Aaron was a little anxious. He glanced at Celeste Grant and asked, "Mother, are you angry?"
Hearing this, Celeste Grant gave a faint smile and reached out to stroke his head. "No, I’m not. You did very well, my son. That’s exactly how you should deal with villains. rcy toward your enemy is cruelty toward yourself. When it’s a choice between you dying or them dying, you always choose them."
’As the saying goes: better you than .’
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