He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 31: The Man’s Heavy Breathing

Theodore Grant was dominant in bed.

He never cared whether Natalie Morgan lived or died.

She hated this kind of loveless marital life.

"Isn’t it awkward, doing this with your eyes open?" she asked, her gaze cold as she looked at him.

Her words instantly angered him.

He pushed her down and flipped her over, pressing his entire body against her back.

Natalie Morgan hated this position and struggled slightly.

"Don’t move." His heavy breaths ghosted past her ear. "Mrs. Grant, still haven’t learned how to please your husband? Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson, hmm?"

Words like that, in a situation like this, sounded suggestive no matter how you heard them.

She felt not only uncomfortable, but also a little scared.

"Theodore Grant, you... don’t do anything reckless."

He gripped her chin, forcing her to turn her face toward him, and moved to kiss her lips. His fiery hand settled on her waist. "You call normal marital relations ’reckless’? Then what wouldn’t be?"

His lips slid across her fair neck before he bit down on her slender shoulder.

Natalie Morgan winced in pain.

He took her hand and laced their fingers together. They shared an intimate moment, their passion deep and intertwined.

The night was tranquil.

In truth, this one night of passion did little to change their relationship.

He didn’t love her. For him, this was purely a physical need.

She had never been the one to fulfill his emotional needs.

If Wanda Lynch’s health permitted it, she would never have been the one to receive this ’blessing’.

He was fast asleep.

Natalie Morgan stared at the light outside the window.

The moonlight had been just as bright and clear on the night she had joyfully married Theodore Grant.

She had bought the most beautiful red nightgown for herself and a matching set for him.

She had been so full of hope for a beautiful future with him.

She had even dreamed of giving him two children—a boy and a girl, a perfect little family.

But none of it happened.

There was no wedding night consummation, no tender gazes. He had even thrown the nightgown she had so carefully prepared into the trash.

In the moonlight, she let out a silent sigh.

When she woke up the next morning, Theodore Grant was gone.

Downstairs, Wanda Lynch was throwing a temper tantrum.

The housekeeper and the rest of the staff didn’t dare to breathe, simply letting her rail at them.

When she got tired of yelling, she started smashing things.

The woman standing on the stairs frowned. "Wanda Lynch, every decorative piece in the Grant home is priceless. Many of them were gifts from the main family estate. You should think before you smash them, lest you end up blaming someone else for it."

Wanda Lynch, who had raised a blue-and-white porcelain vase high above her head, ultimately didn’t throw it.

She sneered in disdain. "What a country bumpkin who’s never seen the world. The Grant family is rich and powerful. What are a few vases? You think Theodore would blame me over a few vases?"

Natalie Morgan raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Then by all means, do as you please."

"You..." Wanda Lynch scoffed. "...I forgot to tell you. Tonight, Theodore is taking me to a very important banquet. I hear everyone is supposed to bring their wives."

Natalie pursed her lips. "Then your presence should make everyone quite uncomfortable."

"You..." Enraged, Wanda Lynch grabbed a decorative Suzhou embroidered screen from a nearby table and hurled it.

Natalie Morgan dodged neatly, and the screen shattered on the marble floor.

The housekeeper’s heart clenched at the sight.

That decorative screen was far from cheap.

Moreover, Madam Grant had personally delivered it as a wedding gift when Mr. Grant and Mrs. Grant got married.

By any measure, it was an incredibly precious item.

And just like that, Wanda Lynch had destroyed it.

This was a responsibility that they, the staff, could not possibly bear.

The housekeeper followed closely behind Natalie Morgan as she left the living room and let out a heavy sigh.

"What is it, Ms. Wallace?" Natalie Morgan asked.

The housekeeper glanced back inside, her brow furrowed with worry. "That Miss Lynch has caused huge trouble now. That screen was a gift from Madam Grant."

’It’s true.’

’It was Helena Sullivan’s wedding gift to her and Theodore.’

’A three-dimensional, double-sided embroidery, with threads of pure gold silk, all done by the hand of a master artisan.’

’It’s worth at least seven figures.’

"Ms. Wallace, you should report this to Mr. Grant exactly as it happened. That way, Wanda Lynch won’t be able to pin the blame on you and the staff."

"That’s what I was thinking, too."

Natalie Morgan nodded. "Well, I’m heading to work now."

"Of course, Mrs. Grant."

After Natalie Morgan left, the housekeeper called Theodore Grant and told him what had happened at the house.

The person on the other end didn’t say much.

So, she felt reassured and went about her duties.

When Natalie Morgan arrived at the restaurant where she worked, she stopped at the entrance, stunned.

’The restaurant was fine yesterday,’ she thought. ’How could it suddenly be closed for good?’

’Was there some kind of emergency?’

Felix Finch had found this job for her, so she felt she ought to let him know.

He was stunned when he heard the restaurant had closed. "It’s closed? When did that happen?"

"Just today."

"Really?" He sounded surprised. "The owner didn’t mention anything to me. Why don’t you head home for now? I’ll ask what happened."

"Okay, I will."

Felix Finch called the restaurant owner to find out what had happened.

He soon learned that the restaurant’s closure had something to do with Theodore Grant.

The owner didn’t elaborate on why Theodore Grant had acquired the restaurant.

After thinking it over, Felix Finch called Theodore Grant. "Hello?"

"What is it?" The man’s voice was light and cool.

Felix took a deep breath. "Did you buy the restaurant?"

"Are you trying to meddle in my business again?"

"Theodore, I’m not trying to meddle, but do you have to back Natalie into a corner? She was just working a job to earn a little money. It’s not like she was doing anything wrong." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Felix’s voice was agitated.

The man on the other end of the line let out a contemptuous sneer. "What, you think I can’t provide for Natalie now that she’s with me?"

"Is that what I meant?"

"Then what did you mean? Are you fighting her battles for her? Or did she ask you to come and question me?"

"She doesn’t even know about it." Felix pinched the bridge of his nose. "Theodore, I just hope you two can get along."

"You don’t need to worry about our affairs."

Theodore Grant hung up.

Felix stared at his phone’s dark screen, his brow tightly furrowed and his expression grim.

Carrying her guzheng, Natalie Morgan returned to the Grant residence.

Theodore Grant was sitting on the sofa, his expression stern, while Wanda Lynch was sobbing pitifully.

The moment she saw Natalie Morgan walk in, Wanda Lynch’s sobs grew even louder.

"Theodore, please don’t blame Natalie. It was my fault. I’ll pay for it, really. It has nothing to do with Natalie."

Wanda Lynch’s eyes were red and swollen from crying.

Theodore Grant’s gaze, when it landed on Natalie Morgan, was bone-chillingly cold.

Her eyes fell to the floor.

And she instantly understood.

Wanda Lynch hadn’t blamed the staff for breaking the screen; she had thrown all the blame onto her.

Before Theodore Grant could speak, she said coldly, "I wasn’t the one who broke the screen."

"Natalie, don’t be scared. I’ve already tried talking to Theodore. Just admit your mistake, and he won’t be angry."

Wanda Lynch’s eyes were filled with apparent anxiety.

She almost looked convincing.

Natalie Morgan’s brow tightened. "Wanda Lynch, stop the act. Everyone in the house saw you break it."