Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 344: Chapter 342: His Dream (2)

Celeste Grant’s body fell onto a soft bed. At the same time, a hand grabbed her wrist, pinning it to the pillow beside her.

A weight pressed down on her.

It felt a little heavy.

A festive red filled her vision, but she was the only one on the bed. No, that wasn’t right—someone was pinning her down, but she couldn’t see them. She’d wanted to struggle at first, but the moment she made contact with the other person, Celeste Grant went still.

It was Javier Sinclair.

She was very familiar with this aura, this build.

Celeste Grant recognized him instantly.

One of her hands was held against the pillow, but the other was free. Celeste Grant reached out and accurately found his face.

"Husband, it really is you."

"Husband... What nonsense are you spouting?"

A deep voice sounded by her ear. As Celeste Grant watched, Javier Sinclair’s form materialized before her.

The man before her was dressed in black robes, his ink-black hair draped casually over his shoulders. Strands of it fell against her neck, silky and smooth.

His face was handsome and wicked—Javier Sinclair’s face. Right now, his eyes were fixed on her, their depths cold, indifferent, and filled with a complexity she couldn’t comprehend.

"Who are you?"

The moment he spoke, Celeste Grant froze.

’What does he mean?’

At his words, her hand caressing his face stopped, her eyes filled with disbelief. Celeste Grant could hear her own voice rising instinctively. "Javier Sinclair, what are you talking about?"

He didn’t answer.

He just stared at her with a profound expression.

"You know me?"

His voice was deep, magnetic, and pleasant to the ear.

Hearing this, Celeste Grant’s heart sank. ’What on earth is going on? Why does he sound like a complete stranger? Could something have happened to him after he went back?’

’No, no...’

"It can’t be... Javier Sinclair, you must be trying to scare me." As she spoke, she shook her head slightly, then reached out and tugged his ear. "You’d better tell me straight. Who am I?"

’I’m getting my ear pulled? Where did this tigress come from?’

Javier Sinclair was petrified.

He was speechless.

’I’m the great Blood-Demon Ancestor of the Immortal Domain, and she’s pulling my ear? Don’t I have any dignity? If word of this got out, my reputation would be ruined. And yet... I haven’t just snapped her neck. Does this hand of mine have a mind of its own?’

Javier Sinclair casually grabbed the hand on his face.

’Is this woman’s hand always so soft?’

He should have been furious about his ear being pulled, yet he wasn’t angry at all.

"So, who are you? How dare you appear in my Sea of the Primordial Spirit without permission?"

’So I’ve been pulled into his Sea of the Primordial Spirit.’

Celeste Grant puffed up her cheeks, both furious and anxious. "Listen to yourself! Look closely—I’m your wife! You dog, you really don’t remember me?"

Celeste Grant was truly panicking.

Javier Sinclair’s eyes were filled with confusion, his gaze cold. His expression told her everything: he genuinely didn’t recognize her.

Celeste Grant hammered his shoulder a few times with her fists, cursing. "Archfiend, this joke isn’t funny at all! What’s wrong with you? We’re Taoist Companions!" As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and tears began to fall.

She hated cliché amnesia plots more than anything. ’This can’t be happening to me, right?’ "Didn’t you say this kind of storyline would never happen to you? So what is this now? Javier Sinclair, don’t tell me you not only went back and got amnesia, forgetting all about me, but now you’ve also got some fiancée or an unforgettable first love waiting for you."

Hearing this, Javier Sinclair instinctively shook his head.

"No, I really don’t have anything like that. You have to believe me."

He froze the moment the words left his mouth.

"Wait... why am I explaining myself to you?"

’This feeling...’

’It’s strange.’

’It’s just too strange.’

’Why is it that ever since I met this woman, I don’t feel like myself anymore? She keeps leading me by the nose, making me do things that are completely out of character. Like just now, I actually asked her to believe me.’

Seeing his reaction, Celeste Grant paused. It seemed he had changed, but at the same time, he hadn’t.

"Archfiend."

Celeste Grant called out to him.

Tears streamed down her face.

Seeing her cry, Javier Sinclair’s heart suddenly tightened.

"Don’t cry."

As he spoke, he reached out and brushed her face with his fingertips. The moment his fingers touched her tears, Javier Sinclair felt as if his heart had been seared.

’Why does this woman feel so familiar? The moment I see her cry, my body instinctively wants to hold her. To comfort her. I even want to lay all the treasures in the world at her feet. What are these terrifying thoughts? Has my brain gone haywire?’

"Why are you crying? I haven’t even done anything to you!" As he spoke, Javier Sinclair got off her. He rolled over to sit beside her, propping himself up on one arm to watch her.

A hand reached out and grabbed his arm, her fair wrist coming into his view.

She had already sat up to face him, the two of them very close. Her familiar scent seemed to envelop him, omnipresent.

Seeing her stare at him so intently, Javier Sinclair felt a little flustered, but he said coolly, "Hah! Another woman who covets me. Do you know what happened to the last person who stared at me like that?"

Celeste Grant glanced at him and replied directly.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

"..."

"Or you twisted their head off."

"..."

He remained silent.

"Or you smashed in their skull."

She would say something, and he would be utterly speechless.

Javier Sinclair opened his mouth but forgot what he was going to say. ’How does this woman know so much about me?’ He was certain he had never met her before.

This was the first time this woman had appeared in his Sea of the Primordial Spirit without any warning.

Seeing him silent, Celeste Grant, who was facing him, leaned in slightly and said, "Look at me. Look closely, Javier Sinclair. You really don’t recognize me?"

’I should know her.’

Sitting on the bed, Javier Sinclair frowned slightly, perhaps not understanding her words. But the feeling of familiarity wasn’t fake. What on earth was going on?

This woman had appeared so brazenly in his Sea of the Primordial Spirit and was even getting physical with him. If it had been anyone else, their Divine Soul would have been annihilated in the next instant. Yet he had allowed her to live, unable to bring himself to even lay a finger on her.

’No.’

’I have to get to the bottom of this.’

At this thought, Javier Sinclair grabbed her arm and leaned in slightly, but he was actually casting Magic to see who she really was. freewēbnoveℓ.com

He saw it.

A marriage line was wound around the two of them.

Not only that, but when his fingers touched her, he saw flashes of images: a scene where he and this woman became Taoist Companions, another of a family of three laughing together. The scenes were vivid and warm.

That wasn’t the main point. The main point was that he and this woman had a son!!!

This... this...!!!

"Impossible."

"A setup! This is a setup! What a massive frame-up! Who’s trying to screw me over?"

It was one thing for a woman to suddenly appear and claim to be his Taoist Companion, but now he was being made an instant father.