Pregnant Cultivator, Chapter 32 - 30: What, Are You Trying to Cuckold Me?

Chapter 32: Chapter 30: What, Are You Trying to Cuckold ?

This woman had actually rubbed against his hand.

For a mont there, he felt like he could still feel the delicate skin of her face on his hand.

His gaze fell upon her face.

"How improper."

Celeste Grant was completely bewildered.

’Shaless? Improper?’

"? Are you talking about ?"

She pointed at herself, still not quite getting it, and began to speak. "No, hold on, how am I the shaless one? You were the one who grabbed my face like this." As Celeste Grant spoke, she gestured at her own chin. "You were the one who got so close to , and your grip was so strong it hurt like hell. Just like that other ti, you squeezed my waist so hard it bruised, and it took half a month to heal."

"I..."

A mont too late, she realized she had misspoken. She looked up and t the man’s deep, cold eyes.

Her breath caught in her throat. Celeste Grant’s face instantly turned red.

"Just... ignore that last part."

She couldn’t help but curse herself inwardly.

’Why did I have to run my mouth? Bringing that up is so awkward. It’s a good thing he doesn’t rember, right? Thank goodness for the god of amnesia.’

Thinking this way made Celeste Grant feel much better.

Javier Sinclair remained silent. His gaze swept from Celeste Grant’s face down to her waist, and certain images burned deeper into his mind.

This sensation was even clearer than when she had brushed against his hand. It was as if he could feel the softness of her waist in his palm right now. ’Why am I even thinking about this? Has this woman really not put so kind of hex on ?’

Javier Sinclair frowned slightly.

’Why does my body feel like it’s not under my control?’

’Or is it because my Cultivation has been problematic again recently? Is the Demonic Qi in my body growing restless and the Karmic Fire difficult to suppress?’

Seeing him remain silent, Celeste Grant called out to him.

"The Exalted One."

He turned to look at her, his expression dark.

"There’s sothing I need to tell you."

Javier Sinclair looked at her, his face calm.

"You may speak."

Celeste Grant shifted to sit properly on the edge of the bed before continuing. "It’s like this. Our son was born quite a few days ago, and he still doesn’t have a na."

Javier Sinclair placed a hand behind his back, and a red sheet of paper covered in nas appeared in his grasp.

’This woman is always bringing it up, wanting

to na the child.’

’Out of consideration for her having given birth, I grudgingly ca up with a few for her to choose from.’

"In that case..."

Before he could finish, he heard her speak.

"The Exalted One, I plan on having our son take my surna. You don’t have any objections, do you?"

Celeste Grant glanced at him.

’He shouldn’t have any objections, right?’

’He hasn’t ntioned naming our son at all these past few days. He probably doesn’t care what the child is nad or whose surna he takes.’

’So he’ll take my surna. I’m the one who gave birth to him, after all. He and I aren’t husband and wife, nor have we beco Taoist Companions. This child will definitely be living with .’

Hearing this, Javier Sinclair froze.

The hand behind his back holding the red paper tightened, crumpling it instantly.

He stared at her, a black and red aura swirling around him, radiating a palpable chill.

"What did you just say? I didn’t hear you clearly."

His tone was calm when he spoke.

So calm, in fact, that Celeste Grant couldn’t read his thoughts and assud he had agreed.

Celeste Grant elaborated, "I’m saying I plan for our son to take my surna. The Exalted One shouldn’t have any objections, right? Look, I know our son is partly yours, but he’s the only child I have, and I don’t plan on having any more. So this child will stay with . A child can’t be without his mother. But if you want children in the future, you can still marry a wife or find a Taoist Companion and have as many as you want."

Javier Sinclair: "..."

’I’ve already prepared the goddamn nas, and now you tell

this.’

Celeste Grant was still talking.

"Don’t worry, you’re his biological father, and that can’t be changed. You can help raise him and visit him whenever you want; I won’t stop you. And when he grows up, he’ll have to take care of you in your old age."

Celeste Grant felt she had arranged everything perfectly.

’This way, even if he has other children in the future, they won’t have to worry about my son competing with them for the family inheritance. After all, the Demonic Sects are a huge and powerful enterprise now.’

’But... why does my neck feel colder and colder the more I talk?’

Finally, she realized sothing was wrong.

She saw that a red, celebratory paper covered in writing had sohow appeared in Javier Sinclair’s hand. But now, flas erupted from his palm, instantly incinerating it.

His face grew cold as he stepped forward.

He slowly advanced on her.

"What are you doing?"

Celeste Grant shrank back, bracing herself on the bed with one hand.

Javier Sinclair was already looming over her.

Seeing him draw near, Celeste Grant instinctively leaned back.

"Why are you so close? Get up."

Celeste Grant turned her face away, not daring to look at him.

At the sa ti, Javier Sinclair leaned in and slamd his fist down beside her with a soft THUD.

"You’ve got so nerve."

The mont he spoke, a bone-chilling cold shot straight to her head.

Celeste Grant kept one hand braced on the bed and pushed her other hand against his chest. "Mister... if you’re not happy, we can still talk about this. You’re scaring ."

’This man seems genuinely angry.’

’Is he unhappy with my arrangent? Actually, I wouldn’t mind if he wanted the child to have his surna. As long as the boy stays with , as long as he doesn’t try to take my son from .’

’After all, it’s a good thing for a child to have a powerful father.’

’But why does he seem so terrifying right now?’

Celeste Grant saw the dark qi emanating from his body. The sinister feeling made her shiver. ’This must be the oppressive aura of The Archfiend.’

Javier Sinclair braced one hand beside her and raised the other, his fingers gently caressing her face. Startled, Celeste Grant flinched and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Brother... you need to calm down."

Brother.

Heh.

’That’s what she called

that night, too.’

He placed one hand lightly on her neck, his fingers closing around it.

His gaze fell upon her face.

"Scared? On the contrary, I think your nerve is extraordinary, isn’t it?"

His hand wasn’t exerting any force; it rested lightly against her skin. Yet Celeste Grant felt a chill on her neck, as if she were being watched by a venomous snake.

’Which of my words set The Archfiend off? I can take it back, can’t I? Just stop being so terrifying.’

"No, Exalted One! My nerve is tiny. Really, really tiny."

"Is that so? I thought perhaps you wanted to take a bath in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

’A bath? The kind where even your bones are washed away?’

’This is not the ti for that kind of humor.’

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

She forced a smile.

’Being obedient isn’t working.’

"No, no, Exalted One. That isn’t a Ten Thousand Souls Banner, it’s a proper Human Emperor Banner. You surely wouldn’t do sothing like that, would you?"

Javier Sinclair was so angry he laughed, and couldn’t help but retort, "The Human Emperor Banner? Oh, it’s proper, all right... properly wicked."

’Throughout history, a child has only failed to take his father’s surna if the biological father is dead, and the mother remarries, in which case the child can take her na or the stepfather’s na.’

’I’m not dead yet, am I? And this woman already wants to change my son’s surna? Did she even ask for my consent?’

"Celeste Grant, do you take

for dead, wanting to change my son’s na? Or should I say... you’re already prepared to cuckold ? Do you no longer want that head on your shoulders?"

’No, no, my head would very much like to remain attached to my body.’