Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 58: Say Mommy Quickly

Nathaniel Gallagher hesitated for a few seconds, looking a bit troubled, "Eleanor, the child is over at the old house,"

"But the child is still very young. He might not be able to accept you right away. If you want to see him, it’s best to be mentally prepared!"

"Also, the little guy is quite mischievous. I’m afraid you might not be able to handle it..."

Eleanor Churchill interrupted him, excitedly saying, "Nathaniel, how is that possible?"

"I just want to see the child. If he can’t accept me right away, I won’t force it."

"I will try to slowly get in touch with the child, let him gradually accept me as his mother!"

"...Alright then! You rest up, and I’ll bring the child to see you tomorrow!"

"Okay." Eleanor nodded heavily.

"Change clothes, take a bath, and later I’ll take you out to eat."

"Alright."

"I’ll arrange for some capable and reliable servants to come over and take care of your daily needs. For the time being, you can temporarily stay here."

Eleanor nodded, "I’ll listen to you!"

Soon after, a servant pushed Eleanor into the bathroom.

The bathroom’s layout was still the same as when she left.

Even the body wash and shampoo she hadn’t finished, along with toothpaste and toothbrush, were still in their original places.

Nathaniel hadn’t thrown away any of her personal items. Though they were all expired, she was still deeply moved.

"Hmm~, nothing has changed, everything is still the same."

"It’s just that I’ve grown older." Eleanor came in front of the mirror, carefully observing herself.

Her features were once quite striking, and she was once a beauty in Audenburg.

However.

She was now 36 years old, and the marks of time were quite evident.

Along with the scars on her face and her physical imperfections, it was inevitable for her to feel inferior.

She subconsciously compared herself with Josephine Thompson.

"Nathaniel... really won’t look down on me?"

Then she thought again.

Their feelings couldn’t be compared or replaced by others, could they?

They met in adversity, sharing life and death, supporting each other from the depths to the peak. Their relationship had long since transcended love, transforming into familial bonds!

Moreover.

What does beauty count for?

Audenburg was not short of beautiful women, even flooded with them.

Back then, she controlled hundreds of top models and socialites. Any one of them, picked at random, was a meticulously selected beauty.

Even then, Nathaniel wasn’t moved, let alone now?

Besides, she had a very open mindset. To her, a man going out for a ’quick meal’ was just a biological need.

She didn’t care at all.

As long as he knew to come home after satisfying himself and didn’t sincerely involve himself with outside women, everything was fine.

...

Half an hour later.

Eleanor took a shower and changed into her pajamas.

Nathaniel had already instructed someone to go to the best private restaurant and order dishes Eleanor loved the most.

"Nathaniel, I’ve finished my shower."

Nathaniel nodded, attending to her every need, "Mm~, I’m having someone order food, and at the same time get some necessities."

"If there’s anything you need, you can tell me, and I’ll have someone prepare it immediately!"

Eleanor looked at him affectionately, stretching her arms towards him, "Nathaniel, I just want you to hold me!"

Nathaniel was stunned for a few seconds, then walked over and gently embraced her, kissing her cheek.

"Nathaniel..." Eleanor’s eyes gradually became unfocused, holding his neck tighter, the meaning clear.

Since she woke up, it had been over a month.

She felt her body was no longer an issue and was entirely ready for a life of intimacy.

"..." Nathaniel’s whole body stiffened, remaining motionless.

Once, he was so attached to her body, wanting nothing more than to be with her 24/7.

In their youth, she was fiery and alluring, passionate and bold. He, young and vigorous, was tireless.

But now...

Everything had changed, things were different now.

He was still him, she was still her.

Yet, he couldn’t stir up the same excitement.

Eleanor hesitated for a few seconds, looking deeply into his eyes, "Nathaniel, what’s wrong?"

Nathaniel awkwardly smiled, forcing out the words, "It’s nothing, I... I’m just concerned your body might not handle it."

"I’m fine, it’s okay." Eleanor kissed him passionately, as always.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Nathaniel finally responded to her kiss enthusiastically. Holding her, they rolled onto the bed together.

He tried hard to make himself seem passionate, to prove he hadn’t changed his feelings, to prove he still loved her.

But as they kissed more...

His body seemed to work against him, refusing to react.

The more anxious he became, the less satisfactory it was.

"Nathaniel, what’s wrong with you?" Eleanor took the initiative and flipped on top of him.

"I..." Nathaniel felt a pain in his heart, his mind filled with memories of being with Josephine Thompson.

She was shy, reserved, sensitive yet fragile, simultaneously resisting and welcoming.

She always left him unable to stop.

He suddenly realized that women should be like her!

"What’s wrong with you? Are you despising me?" Eleanor’s fiery looks were drowned in disappointment.

Nathaniel hurriedly coaxed her, "I’m not, it’s just... I’m not in the mood today. You’ve just come back the first day, and there’s a lot to take care of."

"I want to be thorough in arranging things, make sure you’re comfortable here!"

"..." Eleanor didn’t say a word, only silently moved off him.

She could understand him.

After all, she’d been bedridden like a vegetable for eight years! It was quite normal for him to lose interest in her now.

Moreover, he had such a beautiful wife.

Even if you raise a cat or dog, you’ll develop feelings after four years.

Let alone a person?

However, she would make the choice for him, eliminating unnecessary troubles.

If that woman affected his mindset, then just get rid of her.

Seeing the cold expression on Eleanor Churchill’s face, Nathaniel Gallagher hurried to appease her, "Are you angry?"

"No!"

"Uh, are you hungry? I’ll call the driver to see where he is."

Nathaniel Gallagher found an excuse to push her away and pretended to call the driver.

Ten minutes later.

He returned slowly, "The takeout is almost here."

"Let’s just eat something simple at home today, have a good rest after dinner. I’ll bring our son to see you tomorrow."

"Alright." Eleanor didn’t say much, obediently listening to his arrangements.

Half an hour later.

The driver finally brought back the takeout.

Various exquisite and high-end private dishes filled the dining table.

Nathaniel Gallagher considerately set the table for her and served her food, "Eleanor, this is your favorite private home cuisine from the past, and these dishes you used to love. Please have a taste."

"Thank you, I’ll help myself." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

After dinner.

Nathaniel Gallagher stayed with her for a while longer, hesitantly saying, "Eleanor, it’s getting late, you should rest early. I’ll head back now."

Hearing this, Eleanor wanted to ask him to stay with her.

But after thinking it over, she nodded obediently, "Okay, be careful on your way back and give me a call when you get home."

"Alright, I’ll bring the child over tomorrow."

"Okay!"

Nathaniel Gallagher didn’t say much more, kissed her forehead lightly, and turned to leave.

After he left.

A hint of disappointment rose in Eleanor’s eyes.

But soon, the disappointment faded, replaced by her usual ruthlessness and decisiveness.

...

Nathaniel Gallagher left The Rose Garden.

His mind was in turmoil, feeling conflicted and uncomfortable.

He took out his phone and couldn’t help but call Josephine Thompson.

"Brrrr..."

"Hello, the number you have dialed is switched off, please call again later..."

Her phone was still off, and no one could reach her.

After a silent moment.

Nathaniel sent her a message:

"Josephine, your car is fixed. When you have time, come and take it, or I can bring it to you."

A while ago.

He chased her car, accidentally damaging her most frequently driven white Cayenne. Afterwards, he had it sent for repairs, but it was never picked up.

Of course, Josephine had several cars, she just preferred driving this one.

And his returning of the car was merely an excuse to see her.

After sending the message, there was no response.

[Josephine, please call me back when your phone is on. I want to discuss the divorce with you.]

[If you have any demands, or want any compensation, just ask. I will meet all your needs.]

He sent her two more messages, hoping she would reply after seeing them.

...

The next day.

In the afternoon, Nathaniel took Henry Gallagher to The Rose Garden.

Henry sat in the child safety seat, repeatedly asking, "Daddy, where are you taking me?"

"Hmm~ you’ll know when we get there."

"Is it to an amusement park?"

"No, it’s... taking you to meet Mommy!"

Henry looked bewildered, "Meet Mommy? Where did Mommy go? Why hasn’t she come home for so many days?"

Nathaniel frowned, "Not that Mommy, a new Mommy, also... Anyway, when you see her, call her Mommy!"

"Daddy, are you taking me to see Auntie Vivian? Daddy, didn’t you say I only have one Daddy and Mommy and shouldn’t call others that?"

"This is your real Mommy, you can call her so!"

"Oh??" Henry was completely confused, not understanding what Daddy meant.

An hour later!

They arrived at The Rose Garden.

Eleanor had already prepared many toys, excitedly greeting them in the yard.

"Henny, get out of the car!"

Henry hopped out of the car, curiously looking around, "Where is this place?"

"Nathaniel, is this Henny?" Eleanor looked at her son in amazement, her eyes glued to him.

Her heart was full of excitement, wanting to hold him tightly.

"Who is she?" Henry curiously looked at Eleanor.

As he saw her sitting in a wheelchair, missing two fingers, she appeared a bit frightening.

He instinctively wanted to hide behind Daddy.

"Henny, quickly call her Mommy!" Nathaniel pushed Henry forward, instructing him to call her Mommy.

Henry said with resistance, "She’s not my Mommy, who is she? She looks scary."

Nathaniel’s expression turned cold, "You can’t say that. This is your real Mommy, call her now."

"I won’t, I won’t, she’s not my Mommy. I want to go home."

"..." The smile on Eleanor’s face froze, and she seemed at a loss.

"Henny, don’t be rude like this, quickly call her Mommy."

"I won’t, I won’t, she’s not my Mommy!"