Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 18 - 16: Your Son Is Moving, He Likes You Too
With this in mind, she lifted her gaze to him.
She couldn’t resist her curiosity and asked, "The Exalted One, what was that you gave me? It tasted quite good. The box itself is made from thousand-year-old ice, so I’m guessing it’s some kind of rare Spirit Fruit, right?"
Hearing her question,
Javier Sinclair replied casually, "It’s a Blood Litchi."
Celeste Grant nodded. "Oh, so it’s a Blood Litchi. I knew it looked just like the litchis I’m used to."
Javier Sinclair glanced at her.
"It only looks like a litchi. In reality, it’s a Spiritual Medicine."
’But she had never heard of what the Blood Litchi was used for. It seemed her knowledge was still too limited.’
Celeste Grant asked, "What are its effects?"
Javier Sinclair looked at her, his face cold.
"Just eat it when you’re told to. Stop asking so many questions."
As soon as he spoke,
his voice was deep and indifferent, utterly devoid of warmth.
Seeing he was unwilling to say more, Celeste Grant gave a faint smile. "I’m just curious, that’s all. If you don’t want to say, then never mind."
"The Blood Litchi is a rarely seen Heaven and Earth Spiritual Medicine. Its shell alone can bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh on bones." As he spoke, his gaze shifted to the ground beneath a tree outside the railing, where the Blood Litchi shells were emitting a faint Spiritual Energy.
Before he could continue,
Celeste Grant had already processed what he’d said. She spun around and lifted her leg to vault over the railing.
However, she had barely moved when Javier Sinclair reached out and grabbed her by the collar.
He said coldly, "What are you doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Celeste Grant paid him no mind, her eyes fixed on the Blood Litchi shells she had tossed away. ’I could just slap myself! I can’t believe I peeled something so rare and just casually threw the shell away.’
"I threw the shells away, I need to go get them! Let go of me."
’Was that just a shell she threw away?’
’That was a life.’
’That was a mountain of shiny Spirit Stones! Even if I couldn’t use it, I could have traded it for Spirit Stones later.’
Javier Sinclair held her by the collar and pulled her back. "You can’t even stay still while heavily pregnant. If you climb over this railing, are you planning to land on your head? Do you want to have a difficult birth?"
Hearing his scolding tone,
Celeste Grant wasn’t angry. She knew he was just looking out for her.
"Let go. I won’t climb over, alright? I just forgot. I’ll just walk around the long way."
He stretched out a hand, and with just a slight flick of his finger, the Blood Litchi shells from under the tree appeared in his palm.
"Take it."
Javier Sinclair handed them to her with a look of disgust.
Celeste Grant tilted her head up. The man before her was so tall that she felt incredibly short standing in front of him, having to crane her neck just to see his face.
’From a woman’s perspective, she felt this man was actually doing a great job. He clearly had a ’keep your distance’ air about him, but he was treating her pretty well. Although he looked gloomy and cold, he was quite responsible. Ever since they’d met, he had been doing his best to take care of her.’
Celeste Grant pointed at the shells in his hand.
"You don’t want this?"
"I don’t make a habit of picking up trash."
Celeste Grant gave a faint smile.
"Give it to me, then. I *do* have a habit of picking up trash."
’If picking up trash meant finding things like this every day, she’d happily do it every single day.’
’The big shot might find it disgusting, but she didn’t! After all, not everyone had his level of Cultivation and could just go get whatever they wanted.’
Celeste Grant took them and held them up for a closer look. ’I didn’t pay attention before, but looking at it now, this really is good stuff.’
"Thanks. If even the shell is so effective, what does the fruit itself do?"
He began to explain.
"For ordinary people, eating the flesh of a Blood Litchi can allow them to grow a Spirit Root and begin Cultivation. For Cultivators, it increases their Cultivation and strengthens their constitution."
"However..."
He frowned as he looked at her.
"You ate it and felt nothing?"
Celeste Grant was dumbfounded. She looked down at herself. "Was I supposed to feel something?"
’What did he just say?’
’An ordinary person could grow a Spirit Root after eating it? A Cultivator could strengthen their constitution and even raise their Cultivation level.’
’If this got out, it was definitely the kind of heavenly treasure that would make countless people fight to the death over it.’
’And he just gave it to me like that? Was the legendary Archfiend, rumored to be bloodthirsty and to kill without batting an eye, really this generous?’
’But she really hadn’t felt anything after eating it.’
’Well, there was one thing. She could feel a cool energy suffusing her body, which made her feel refreshed and comfortable. But was there anything else?’
’Why didn’t she feel anything else? And she hadn’t grown a Spirit Root either.’
’Is my constitution and aptitude really that useless?’
’No, that can’t be it!’
’The female villain in the book only awakened her Spirit Root after giving birth. And while it wasn’t a Top-grade Spirit Root, it was still a top-grade spiritual root, and her talent was excellent. Otherwise, the heroine wouldn’t have dug it out later to give to her man.’
’Does this mean I have to follow the plot? That I can only grow a Spirit Root after giving birth? And that even eating a heavenly treasure like the Blood Litchi is useless before then?’
Seeing she had no reaction at all, Javier Sinclair was silent for a moment before he couldn’t help but mutter,
"What a complete waste."
Celeste Grant gave a dry laugh.
"Thank you, The Exalted One. It really was a waste to give something so precious to me."
Javier Sinclair didn’t speak.
He just stared at her wordlessly.
He silently averted his gaze, then said in a cold voice, "You’re due in a few days. After eating this, you won’t have a difficult birth."
Celeste Grant looked up at him.
"A difficult birth? Who said I’m going to have a difficult birth? Buddy, can’t you say something positive for a change?"
’What is this man’s obsession with difficult births?’
’Still, it seems he thought my childbirth would be dangerous, which is why he gave me a Spiritual Medicine like the Blood Litchi to eat.’
"This Blood Litchi... did you go looking for it specifically for me?"
"No."
He tossed out the word coldly.
’He denied it so quickly. That means he did.’
’A strange warmth bloomed in her heart. He was actually a pretty good person. In all the time she’d been in this world, besides her parents, no one had ever been so concerned about her.’
"The Exalted One, you’re a really good person. Thank you for thinking of me."
Javier Sinclair looked at her as if he had just seen a ghost.
’A good person?’
’Has this woman gone mad? Does she want to be refined in my Ten Thousand Souls Banner? Or does she want me to personally snap that slender neck of hers?’
He silently took a step away from her.
Celeste Grant put the Blood Litchi shells back in the box, then put the box into her storage bag.
Celeste Grant placed one hand on her hip.
With her other hand on her belly, she felt the baby move, and an unconscious smile graced her lips.
’So this is what it feels like to be a mother. Even though this child was an accident, I’ve come to accept it.’
A moment ago, Celeste Grant had been feeling down and upset, but now she no longer felt sad. Her mood had lifted.
When she looked up, she saw Javier Sinclair’s gaze shift over to her belly.
’He’s the child’s biological father. After all he’s done, maybe he’s also looking forward to this baby’s birth.’
Celeste Grant smiled and said, "Do you want to feel him?"
Javier Sinclair glanced at her before turning away with a lofty, cold expression. "No need."
Celeste Grant walked over, took his hand, and placed it on her belly, letting him feel through her clothes.
Her son was very cooperative, giving a little kick.
"Did you feel that? Your son is moving. He likes you too."
’Let’s get you two a little closer. We’ll be counting on you later when it’s time to compare dads.’
’Celeste Grant was already scheming in her heart.’
