Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 347: Chapter 345: Son, What Have You Misunderstood?

Javier Sinclair felt another pang of jealousy and said irritably, "I already told you, I’m not him."

A man’s possessiveness knows no bounds, not even sparing himself when jealousy strikes.

Celeste Grant nodded slightly. "Alright! If you say you’re not him, then you’re not."

Hearing her words, Javier Sinclair felt like he’d just punched a wad of cotton. He’d said he wasn’t the other man, but his current behavior proved he was. He was just being stubborn; deep down, he had already accepted it.

So, he had made up his mind. It didn’t matter if he was the man she spoke of or not. From this moment on, this woman was his Taoist Companion. Even if the man she mentioned came back to life, he would just shove him back where he came from.

It wasn’t important.

"Celeste Grant." He murmured her name, nodding slightly. "It sounds lovely. Yes, the name suits you well. From now on, I’ll call you Celeste! That will be my special name for you. The man you keep talking about never called you that, did he?"

Celeste Grant was speechless. "..."

’What should I say? How can I possibly tell him? Should I mention that he used to call me ’baby,’ ’sweetheart,’ ’wifey,’ ’my lady,’ and ’Celeste’ all the time? Forget it. As long as he’s happy. His brain is scrambled, so I should be more patient with him.’

Thinking this, she nodded slightly. "Yes, only you have ever called me that." ’It’s all you anyway, so it’s the same thing.’

Javier Sinclair was satisfied. "And from now on, only I am allowed to call you that, do you understand?"

Celeste Grant nodded slightly.

"Okay."

Javier Sinclair was pleased, but then the thought that she saw him as a substitute for the man in her heart made him unhappy again. A sour, bitter feeling welled up inside him. ’Damn it! I’ve actually become someone else’s replacement.’

If Celeste Grant knew what he was thinking, she would have died laughing. ’I never knew he was so dramatic.’

Seeing her nod, Javier Sinclair placed a hand on her cheek and turned her face towards him.

Javier Sinclair looked at her and said, word by word, in a very serious tone, "Celeste Grant, you are my Taoist Companion now. As for that man in your heart, you will forget him. You are forbidden from thinking about him ever again. I don’t like it."

Celeste Grant was speechless. "..."

’He really needs to get that checked out.’

’Forget it.’

’His brain is scrambled.’

Before she could speak, Javier Sinclair leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Javier Sinclair. Remember that name. I will come find you."

’I remember, I remember.’

’I remember it very clearly.’

She no longer knew how to describe her complicated feelings. Seeing his dead-serious expression, anyone who didn’t know better would think he’d just announced a completely different name.

She could only smile and nod.

"Okay. Come soon. I’ll be waiting for you."

She smiled.

Javier Sinclair felt his vision blur, dazzled by her smile.

’This woman is so beautiful when she smiles.’

’Hmph! She’s telling me to come soon. She really can’t stand to be without me for even a moment.’

He nodded slightly and dropped two words.

"Just wait."

Celeste Grant looked at Javier Sinclair and grabbed his hand. "Will you be able to find me?" freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Hearing this, Javier Sinclair nodded slightly. "Our Divine Souls are connected. I can find you."

"Good. I’ll wait for you then."

Finally, Celeste Grant took the initiative and gave him a kiss.

"I know, I know. You really can’t be without me for a second."

Celeste Grant was speechless. "..."

’Who’s the one who can’t let go? Why don’t you take your hand off my waist before you say that?’ Celeste Grant couldn’t help but retort in her mind.

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry!

’My husband is actually pretty cute!’

"You’re actually quite cute, you Archfiend."

Javier Sinclair blushed.

"Go back now."

As he spoke, she returned from Javier Sinclair’s Sea of the Primordial Spirit.

She opened her eyes.

It was already morning.

This was her room.

Celeste Grant was lying in bed, her arms wrapped around the blanket.

The scene from last night, of her appearing in Javier Sinclair’s Sea of the Primordial Spirit, was still vivid in her mind.

The thought that he didn’t remember her made Celeste Grant sad, but knowing that he was otherwise okay, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"You Archfiend."

"As long as you’re all right."

Thinking of how they would meet again soon, a smile appeared on Celeste Grant’s face.

「That afternoon.」

A spatial fluctuation appeared above her doorway, along with a ripple of Spiritual Energy that did not belong to this world. Celeste Grant sensed it and instantly teleported to the entrance.

In the air above her door, a spatial tunnel appeared, swirling like a dark vortex.

The next moment, a figure came into view. He stood in midair, tall and slender, dressed in red and white robes, with a golden ribbon tying back his hair. His face was so handsome it was otherworldly; a single glance felt like sacrilege.

The newcomer was Aaron Sinclair, who had come from the Cultivation World. Upon seeing Celeste Grant, he immediately broke into a smile and waved at her.

"Mother, I’m here!"

"This place is pretty far."

As he spoke, his figure flickered and he was standing before Celeste Grant.

Celeste Grant was overjoyed to see him. Who wouldn’t love their own son?

She threw her arms around him. "My dear son, Mother missed you so much."

Aaron Sinclair smiled and hugged her back. "I missed you too, Mother."

He remembered that he used to have to look up to hug his mother. Now he had grown so tall that he had to look down to see her.

"Mother, you’ve gotten so thin! It breaks my heart to see."

Celeste Grant’s mouth twitched, and she couldn’t help but say, "How can a cultivator like me get thin?"

Aaron Sinclair put one hand on his hip. "That’s not important! Mother, I brought you a lot of heavenly and earthly treasures this time. You can make soup with them and get your strength back."

Celeste Grant raised a hand to stop his arm. "Let’s not! You should save them for your future wife."

He said, "It’s too early for that! How old am I? There’s no rush for that kind of thing. Look at Dad, he was hundreds of years old before he finally married you."

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Celeste Grant’s hand paused, and she lowered her head slightly.

As her son, he knew his mother well. Seeing the fleeting sadness in her eyes, Aaron Sinclair took her hand. "Mother, what’s wrong?"

Celeste Grant forced a smile. "It’s nothing, Mother’s just... I saw your father."

Hearing this, Aaron Sinclair’s face lit up. "Really? Then where is he? Why don’t I see him?"

She didn’t know how to tell her son. Was she supposed to say that his father had forgotten both of them?

But her son was a grown man now; he had a right to know the truth. Thinking this, Celeste Grant said, "Last night, I was pulled into your father’s Sea of the Primordial Spirit and I saw him. But... it seems he doesn’t remember me."

Hearing this, Aaron Sinclair’s expression changed, his smiling face freezing on the spot.

He never expected that the first thing he’d hear upon reuniting with his mother would be this.

He knew how deep his parents’ love for each other was; they were both willing to die for one another. So, if his father really didn’t remember his mother now, how heartbroken must she be?

Thinking of all his mother had endured, he reached out and hugged her. "Mother, if you want to cry, just cry. I’m here, it’s okay. Don’t worry, your son will always be on your side." At that moment, his mind had already conjured up a dramatic scene of a heartless man abandoning his wife and child.

’Poor Mother.’

Seeing his frantic expression, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh. "Son, what have you misunderstood?"