Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 37 - 35: Scooping Her Up and Carrying Her Into the Room

Chapter 37: Chapter 35: Scooping Her Up and Carrying Her Into the Room

With that thought, he held his son in one arm, then scooped up Celeste Grant with his other, supporting her legs as he walked away.

The eyes of the Bloodfiend Den disciples in the plaza went wide.

’Was this really their Exalted One? The same man who hadn’t so much as touched a woman’s hand in centuries, who was single-mindedly focused on his cultivation to become stronger?’

’They never imagined they’d live to see the day they’d be celebrating a happy occasion for their Exalted One. Not bad at all, hehehe...’

At that moment, being carried by Javier Sinclair, Celeste Grant was dying of embarrassment.

’This pose...’ she thought. ’It’s just like those short dramas I used to watch. The male lead always carries the heroine with one arm, just like this. I never thought I’d get to experience a cliché drama moment in real life.’

’No. She didn’t want this.’

"So many people are watching, put me down," Celeste Grant said, her face flushing as she saw the crowd’s reaction.

’There’s no explaining my way out of this now. After today, my status as his "madam" is going to be set in stone.’

’Why do I get the feeling he’s doing this on purpose?’

’No, no, I must be overthinking things.’

’He’s probably just trying to legitimize our son’s status.’

’That must be it.’

’But... where is he putting his hands? His forearm is cradling my butt, and his fingers are gripping my thigh. Are we allowed to be this intimate?’

The thought made Celeste’s mind flash back to when he’d held her neck and kissed her. Her heart leaped, and she couldn’t help but feel a little shy.

’Why am I even thinking about that? So inappropriate.’

Javier Sinclair frowned slightly, unable to stop himself from asking, "Why is your heart racing? Are you feeling sick? Or did you rush your cultivation these past few days and run into a problem?"

’His voice was deep and his question was so serious. It seems I’m the only one with dirty thoughts. To him, does a racing heart just mean there’s a problem with my cultivation?’

’Is that really how he interprets it?’

’No wonder this Archfiend, who can kill without blinking an eye, is doomed to be single forever.’

’No, I’m not sick. I was just getting flustered thinking about his eight-pack abs. And being held like this is making me very self-conscious.’

Still, this man’s way of thinking was truly one-of-a-kind. Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"HA HA."

’Then again, I can’t really blame him,’ she thought. ’I’m the first woman he’s ever been this close to. Before me, it seems the only skill he ever leveled up was his cultivation.’

Hearing her laugh, Javier Sinclair glanced up at her. "What’s with that weird look? Did your brain spring a leak again, woman?"

At his words,

Celeste Grant choked.

’My brain isn’t full of water, it’s full of *him*—and the scenes are the kind that need to be censored. I can’t think about this. That’s the stuff Goldie and her ilk are into. I’m not that kind of person.’

At this thought, she said, "Your Exaltedness, I’ve noticed something. When you’re not talking, you have this very dignified, commanding, and calm aura. You’re very handsome."

’As long as he keeps his mouth shut. The moment he starts talking, he just seems so smug.’

She didn’t say that last part out loud.

’This woman is describing me so well,’ he thought. ’She’s finally grown a pair of eyes.’

A hint of a smile appeared in Javier Sinclair’s eyes, and the corners of his lips quirked up uncontrollably, but his tone was as self-important as ever. "Anyone who isn’t blind would agree. You’re not the first. Who do you think our son inherited his good looks from?"

’I just make one offhand comment and he’s already getting full of himself.’

Celeste Grant: "..."

’Forget it. I’m not saying another word.’

The more time they spent together,

The more she found she truly couldn’t associate the man before her with the legendary Archfiend, The Blood-Venerate.

After spending this much time together, Celeste Grant realized that talking with him could actually be quite easy sometimes.

In fact, Celeste Grant could feel herself becoming bolder and more casual in her conversations with him.

She still remembered the first time she had sought him out, heavily pregnant, how her legs had practically refused to move, terrified by his status and the gloomy, forbidding atmosphere.

"It’s good that our son takes after you in the looks department. After all, you are undeniably handsome..."

’If our son has his looks and is raised well, he’ll grow up to be a peerless beauty too. I just hope he doesn’t inherit this venomous tongue, or this chauvinistic narcissism.’

Javier Sinclair looked down at the son in his arms. He really did look a lot like him.

’How odd,’ he thought. ’That I actually find the things this woman says so agreeable.’

’Then again, I am handsome. Does she really need to state the obvious? Staring at my face all day long... Shameless.’

Without breaking his stride, Javier Sinclair headed for the main hall of the Demon Palace.

He had yet to realize that he was breaking his own rules for Celeste Grant, again and again, and was now on an irreversible path toward abandoning his principles entirely...

「That night.」

Celeste Grant was moved into a palace with its own private courtyard and a Gathering Spirit Array. According to Nerida, Javier Sinclair’s own residence was just to the east.

She had originally assumed that living in the Bloodfiend Den meant her quarters would be decorated with all sorts of skeletons and skulls.

But to her surprise, her new home looked quite normal. A quick glance revealed furnishings that were not complex, but simple and elegant. Beside her bed was the small cot Javier Sinclair had made for the child, and not far off were several pots of Spirit Grass and Spirit Flowers.

’This is actually pretty nice.’

Because there was a banquet that evening, soon after she settled in, maidservants from the Bloodfiend Den brought her new clothes and offered to help her dress.

Celeste Grant took the clothes and refused with a smile. "You can just leave them here. I’ll be fine on my own."

The moment she finished speaking, the two rather pretty girls dropped to their knees in terror, their bodies trembling. "Madam, please don’t send us away! We beg you, we sisters will take good care of you!"

Just yesterday, they had been suffering in the slave market. It was the Left Protector who had bought their freedom, and now they were the madam’s personal maids.

Coming here, where they could eat their fill without being beaten, felt like arriving in heaven. They didn’t want to leave. If the madam rejected them, they might be sent back to the slave market.

The thought terrified them.

Celeste Grant was taken aback.

She saw the slave marks on their hands.

"You’re slaves? Did the Bloodfiend Den capture you?"

Hearing this, the two shook their heads vigorously.

"No, that’s not it."

"Please don’t misunderstand, Madam. My sister and I were captured and trafficked by an Evil Cultivator. It was the Left Protector who bought our freedom. We beg you not to send us away."

’If Nerida felt comfortable placing them here to serve me, then these two sisters must be trustworthy.’

’In the Cultivation World, there are plenty of ways to ensure a person’s absolute loyalty.’

Still, she was relieved that they hadn’t been captured by the Bloodfiend Den.

"Well then... you can help me get dressed."

’This was just how this world worked; there was no concept of everyone being equal. For these two sisters, if she were to refuse their service, it would mean they’d lose their jobs and their sanctuary.’

’These two had already suffered enough.’

"You may stay."

"Thank you, Madam."

"Madam, we will help you dress."

Celeste Grant was already a natural beauty.

After changing her clothes and being properly attired, she looked even more stunning.

Once she was dressed, Celeste Grant was summoned to the front hall for the banquet.

It was only after she arrived that she learned they had begun preparing for her child’s full-month celebration two days ago.

The banquet stretched from the plaza all the way into the great hall, and every seat was taken. The seats further inside were reserved for the upper echelons of the Bloodfiend Den.

Feasting under the light of a blood moon...

’If they put on some scary music,’ Celeste thought, ’I’d start getting the wrong idea about all this meat.’ 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Entering the great hall, she glanced around and saw only one empty seat: the one next to Javier Sinclair.

At that moment, as the great leader of the Demonic Sects, Javier Sinclair was lounging lazily in the central seat, sipping wine.