Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 345: Chapter 343: What on Earth Is the Matter with Him?

’The fact that I’m supposedly fated to be married is ridiculous enough, but I have a son, too? Fuck! I’m an old fiend who’s been alone for over ten thousand years. As the revered ruler of the Demonic Domain, where the hell would a destined marriage and a son come from? They couldn’t have just appeared out of thin air. Someone must be trying to set me up.’

Celeste Grant didn’t let him dwell on how ’impossible’ it all was. She smacked him on the forehead and said with a serious expression, "Javier Sinclair, look at me."

"You..."

Javier Sinclair stared at her, his gaze dark as black energy swirled around him. "You dare to strike me, woman? How audacious."

His voice rose, his tone cold, but Celeste Grant could feel it. Javier Sinclair was just talking tough; in reality, he showed no killing intent toward her.

’If you didn’t know him, his sinister appearance would actually be frightening.’

"You bastard. I can be much more audacious than that."

As she spoke, Celeste Grant grabbed his collar, pulled him close, and kissed him directly.

He’d been kissed.

He had been kissed.

At that moment, Javier Sinclair froze, a hint of confusion in his eyes. And a trace of shameful pleasure.

’Damn it... How dare this woman be so bold, so utterly shameless and improper.’

"You woman... I... won’t spare you." ’My innocence. My ten-thousand-year-long innocence.’

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Celeste Grant whispered before leaning in to kiss him again.

’Such a bold woman.’

’She wasn’t afraid of him at all.’

’But her lips were so soft.’

’Delicious.’

’It was as if he had tasted them countless times before.’ A kiss like this wasn’t enough. His large hand instinctively wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight as he kissed her with even greater urgency.

Celeste Grant was pushed onto the bed by the man. He leaned over her, turning from passive to active, and they embraced in a deep kiss.

His kiss was dominant.

He parted her lips and tangled with her tongue.

At this very moment, Javier Sinclair had only one thought in his mind.

’Why can’t I refuse her?’

’Instead, I just want to hold her tighter.’

’And how does a celibate king, single for ten thousand years, know how to do this? Am I just naturally gifted in this area?’

At this moment, he could clearly feel that his Divine Soul was connected to this woman’s, and that their Primordial Spirits were bound by the seal of a Taoist Companion.

Anything could be faked, but this could not.

’This woman really is my wife.’

’When did this happen?’

’Why do I, the person in question, not know about it?’

His Primordial Spirit bore the imprint of this woman’s, and his body was filled with desire and familiarity for her. It was as if they had been together for a very long time. Even though he didn’t remember upon meeting her again, his body still had a primal reaction, wanting to hold her and kiss her.

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He raised his eyes slightly to look at her.

"You are my Taoist Companion."

This time, it wasn’t a question, but a statement.

But the expression on his face was complex, mixed with a degree of bewilderment. He probably couldn’t explain how he had gotten married and had a child without his own knowledge.

Seeing his expression of existential doubt, Celeste Grant reached out and cupped his face. "What else could it be? Do you have another Taoist Companion besides me? Or do I have another?"

’How dare she have another Taoist Companion?’

"I forbid it."

Before Celeste Grant could speak.

Javier Sinclair’s voice rang out. He gripped her waist, looking at her sinisterly. He let out a cold chuckle and said, "Isn’t one man enough for you, woman? You want another Taoist Companion? Who’s so unafraid of death? I’ll rip his head off. No, I’ll make sure his Divine Soul is annihilated, leaving not even ashes behind."

’Spoken like a true Archfiend.’

’Hasn’t he forgotten everything?’

’He can forget anything but how to be jealous.’

After he spoke, Javier Sinclair belatedly realized something was off. Why had he just been so furious, wanting to grind a non-existent man to dust and annihilate his Divine Soul?

He looked up and saw the woman before him smiling at him.

Javier Sinclair blushed.

He averted his gaze.

"Old Fiend Sinclair, and you still yell at me."

"Look at me. Why are you looking away?"

"What nonsense are you spouting, woman? When did I look away?" ’Am I that kind of person?’

Celeste Grant stared at him.

She stared at him intently.

Her gaze fell on his face, her eyes grew hot, and tears began to fall uncontrollably. "You old fiend, you liar! You’re so powerful, how could you get amnesia and forget me? You said this would never happen to you. Explain yourself! Did you go home and get your head caught in a door or something?"

Javier Sinclair stood stiff and motionless, but his gaze turned back to her.

The woman before him was beautiful, with a face unlike any he had ever seen. It was as if every feature had been sculpted to his exact liking. No matter how he looked at her, she was pleasing to his eyes and his heart. The longer he looked, the more a strange feeling welled up inside him.

The woman’s scolding was fierce, yet every word she spoke seemed to soften his heart. The eyes that looked at him were so gentle. Javier Sinclair could feel that this woman was completely devoted to him, that she loved him very much.

’How could anyone love an Archfiend like him?’

’What a strange woman.’

"You bastard."

"Why aren’t you saying anything?"

"What do you want me to say?"

’He knew nothing, understood nothing. He had just taken a nap, and when he woke up, she was there.’

He reached out, his hand gently landing on her face. His cold expression slowly turned into one of helplessness. His once-indifferent eyes were now tinged with warmth as he looked at her.

He spoke subconsciously, "Don’t cry."

Celeste Grant wiped away a tear.

"You’ve forgotten me. How could I not cry?"

Javier Sinclair glanced at her.

"I don’t want you to cry."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant hugged him tightly.

"You haven’t changed... You’re still my husband, still my Archfiend."

Suddenly, she felt it didn’t matter anymore. If he didn’t remember, he didn’t remember. As long as he was alive, that was all that mattered. The scene of him disappearing before her very eyes was still vivid in her mind, so seeing him now, Celeste Grant felt that nothing else was important.

Thinking of this, Celeste Grant cupped his face and said softly, "Is there something wrong with your Primordial Spirit? The last time, you unleashed so much power that your body couldn’t handle it and dissipated. Is that why?"

’Javier Sinclair had risked his life for her.’

’That was why Celeste Grant never doubted his feelings for her.’

Hearing her mutter on and on, not a single word of which he could understand, Javier Sinclair pinched her chin. "Who are you talking about?"

Celeste Grant looked at him.

"You, of course. Who else could it be?"

Javier Sinclair found it even more strange.

’Could there be another me in this world?’

He stared at her and said, "I don’t understand a single thing you’re saying. I have lived in the Demonic Domain for over ten thousand years and have never met you."

Hearing this.

’Lived in the Demonic Domain for over ten thousand years?’

"Wait..." Celeste Grant froze, latching onto the key point. "Did you say the Demonic Domain? You said you’ve always lived in the Demonic Domain? Aren’t you The Demon God?"

This time, Javier Sinclair was even more baffled. "The Demon God? When did I become The Demon God?"

’He wanted to achieve godhood through Cultivation, but he was still far from the realm of The Demon God, wasn’t he? This woman thought way too highly of him.’

Now it was Celeste Grant’s turn to be confused.

’He doesn’t know he’s The Demon God?’

A guess formed in Celeste Grant’s mind. ’Could he be another incarnation of Javier Sinclair?’ ’Ugh, never mind. My head feels like it’s about to explode. I really don’t get any of this.’