Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 346: Chapter 344: Proof of a Husband, I’ll Prove It to You Right Now

Celeste Grant couldn’t figure it out. Just what was going on with him?

’Forget it.’

’It’s not important.’

’Since I can’t figure it out, I might as well stop trying.’

With that thought, she tilted her head back slightly to look at the man above her. She spoke, "Javier Sinclair, what is this place, The Demonic Domain, you mentioned? Didn’t you say you would come find me on Earth once you rebuilt your body? I haven’t seen a trace of you in so long."

’So long without a trace... is she talking about me?’

Seeing her completely natural expression, Javier Sinclair pointed to himself. "Woman, do you even hear yourself? When have I ever said something like that? The person you’re talking about is not me."

Celeste Grant sighed. "Alright! If you say it’s not you, then it’s not. So, when are you coming over? I really miss you."

’In my opinion, it’s not a big deal that Javier Sinclair doesn’t remember me. His actions and his conditioned responses to me prove that he is my man. So, the situation isn’t too bad right now.’ fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Her words still made Javier Sinclair tense up slightly.

’This woman said she misses me... why do I feel this shameful sense of pleasure?’ Javier Sinclair’s face flushed, but he said aloud, "Miss me...? How shameless."

’Wait... I’m not the man she’s talking about. She must be mistaking me for someone else.’ The thought made him feel a pang of anger and jealousy.

Celeste Grant was lying on the bed, with Javier Sinclair’s upper body still pressed down on her. They were pressed together, incredibly close. He only had to lower his head again to kiss her.

Javier Sinclair pinched her chin, lifting it. His tone was cool as he said, "Take a good look. I am not the man you’re talking about."

Celeste Grant looked at Javier Sinclair, her gaze fixed on his face. ’There’s no mistaking this face. It’s him. It’s not just his face, but also the temperament and personality underneath. Even if he had a different face, I’d still recognize him.’

"I see you clearly. You are Javier Sinclair, my beloved, the father of my son, and my Taoist Companion."

Javier Sinclair felt a surge of displeasure. His face was cold as he said, "I’ll say it one more time. The man you’re talking about is not me."

Celeste Grant gave him a look of exasperation. "Alright, whatever makes you happy. There’s no point arguing about this now. But you can’t deny that I’m your Taoist Companion, can you?"

At this, Javier Sinclair fell silent. He truly had no way to refute it. ’If she isn’t, then why are our Divine Souls connected? Why do we both have the other’s Taoist Companion seal on our Primordial Spirits?’

Before he could answer, Celeste Grant continued, "I would never mistake my own husband."

’Husband...’

’She called me husband.’

’Her voice... it’s strangely pleasant.’

’No... She just called me husband, why am I getting so worked up? It feels like if she called me husband, I’d give my life for her. I’m selfish and arrogant, the only one who matters is me. How could I possibly have such a thought?’

"How can you be so sure I’m the husband you’re talking about? You could be mistaken."

As he spoke, he pushed himself up with his hands, about to move off her.

’We’re just talking, we can’t be this close. But a part of him felt this was perfectly natural, that they *should* be this intimate, that she *should* be his wife.’

Seeing him about to leave, Celeste Grant reached out and grabbed his arm, holding him back. "Don’t go."

Just two words.

And Javier Sinclair actually, obediently, stopped.

But his words were still harsh.

"What are you doing? This is my Sea of the Primordial Spirit. Am I not the master here?"

Celeste Grant glanced at him and couldn’t help but speak. "You’re still so difficult. It hasn’t changed one bit. Javier Sinclair, didn’t you want me to prove you’re my husband? Fine, I’ll prove it." As she spoke, one of her hands rested gently on his shoulder, then slid down to the center of his chest.

’What is this woman trying to do?’

’Why is she touching me all over?’

But a cold sneer appeared on his face.

"Heh! I’d like to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."

"Tricks? This is called being affectionate."

Her hand.

Wasn’t behaving.

Javier Sinclair’s breath hitched, and his Adam’s apple bobbed instinctively. A fire seemed to ignite deep within him, making him want to ravage this woman.

And now, her hand...

...slipped lightly inside his slightly open robes, touching his chest. The contact made him freeze, completely still.

’This scene... it’s so damn familiar.’

"Husband... your chest is still so firm."

"And your abs... they haven’t changed..."

Her hand moved lower.

She grabbed his sash and tugged it loose.

His robes fell open.

"So... how would my husband like me to confirm..."

Her hand drifted further down.

Only to be caught by his large hand.

He seized her wrist, pinning it to the pillow.

She looked up, her eyes meeting his, which were filled with strained self-control. He lowered his voice, speaking in a deep growl, "You’re provoking me. Woman, are you really not afraid to die? Believe it or not, I could twist your head right off."

’His words were savage, but his body instinctively pressed closer to hers. Damn it, why did he enjoy this so much? Is this what they call ’the mouth says no, but the body is honest’?’

"I’m so timid, I don’t want that." Celeste Grant tilted her head up, leaned in to place a soft kiss on his Adam’s apple, and whispered, "Darling... how about a different way?"

"To die... in bed... I wouldn’t mind that either..."

’What kind of shameless words are these!’

’This woman is utterly improper.’ freeweɓnøvel.com

’At that moment, Javier Sinclair felt his heart leap into his throat. His face and the tips of his ears burned red. The great and supreme ruler of The Demonic Domain, being provoked and teased like this by a woman... How could he tolerate it?’

He seized her by the waist and crushed his lips to hers.

He had meant to teach her a lesson, but it ignited an uncontrollable inferno between them. And so, he and this woman remained in his Primordial Spirit Sea for a long, long time...

Until at last, he held her, completely unwilling to let her go.

He held her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder like a big puppy.

’Alright, he believed it. He was her husband. This feeling of profound, ingrained intimacy was undeniable. Yes, I am her husband. And even if I weren’t... I’d still make her mine.’

Celeste Grant was speechless. She reached back and patted his head. "Now you’re holding me and won’t let go? Weren’t you just stubbornly insisting you weren’t my husband?"

Javier Sinclair said with a perfectly straight face, "Have I said such a thing?"

’Nice... He’s conveniently forgotten everything he said. The man’s a master of selective amnesia.’

"You’re such a dog."

’If it were anyone else, never mind scolding him, just one disrespectful word and they’d be reduced to ash. But the woman in his arms was different. The more she insulted him, the more he liked it. I don’t have some kind of fetish, do I?’

’Whatever.’

’It’s not important.’

He held her hand and couldn’t stop himself from asking, "What’s your name?"

Celeste Grant: "..."

’So, does this count as hooking up before we even know each other?’

"My name is Celeste Grant." She turned her head slightly to glance at him, then added after a brief pause, "Don’t you forget it again."