Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 46 - 44: You Don’t Know If I’m a Man?

"Daddy... I missed you."

"I’m your thun."

A childish voice rang in his ear, the words slurred. The little chubby boy he was holding up by the clothes reached out with his small hands, looking overjoyed to see him.

Looking at the little tyke before him,

Javier Sinclair’s perpetually cold face visibly softened.

He spoke in a low voice.

"You recognize me?"

The little doughball was delighted.

He waved his little hands.

"My daddy... The Archfiend... my real daddy."

The corner of Javier Sinclair’s mouth twitched. He wasn’t angry; instead, he started to laugh. "Little whelp, if I’m The Archfiend, then you must be The Little Fiend. Of course I’m your real dad. Who else would be?"

It seemed that woman had been calling him The Archfiend behind his back quite a lot. His son’s fluency was the best proof.

Holding his son with one arm, he slowly walked out of The Forbidden Land. Although it looked like he was walking, in the next instant, he appeared outside The Forbidden Land...

「Meanwhile.」

Celeste Grant was also looking for her son. Usually, by this time, he would have already come back on his own for his milk. But he still hadn’t returned today.

’Did he get tired playing with Cub and fall asleep somewhere? It’s very possible. After all, it’s happened several times before. The last time, she found him in the chicken coop.’

Celeste Grant stood in the courtyard, her hands forming a seal as she called out to her son.

"Annie."

"Son."

"Sweetheart, come back for your milk."

Her son was no longer breastfeeding, but he still drank Spirit Beast milk to strengthen his body and constitution.

With the new Spell she had learned, her son should be able to hear her as long as he was nearby. ’Why isn’t he responding? I put a talisman paper on him.’

Just then, the father and son, who had already arrived at the Bloodfiend Den, immediately heard Celeste Grant’s voice.

Outsiders couldn’t hear this voice. Javier Sinclair could hear it because of his high Cultivation, while the little chubby boy could hear it because of the talisman paper on him.

"Mommy... drink milky."

"Want milky."

Hearing the call for milk, little Aaron Sinclair nearly started to drool.

Javier Sinclair looked at the son in his arms.

"You’re drooling on my clothes."

"Milky."

’He was the magnificent Demonic Sovereign, yet right now, he felt a sense of powerlessness. Is this what being a father feels like?’

"I know, I know. I’ll take you right now. You’d think you were starving if you missed a single meal."

’Still, looking at his son’s build, he’s quite sturdy.’

"Your mother’s done a good job raising you."

He pinched his little cheek.

"Wipe your drool."

"Milky."

"I know."

...

Meanwhile, on the other side, Celeste Grant had called out several times but heard no response from her son.

Just as she was about to go look for him, she sensed the aura of a powerful expert nearby.

’It’s a little cold~’

’This gloomy, eerie feeling... is a little familiar?’

Celeste Grant turned to look and saw a person standing on the corridor not far away.

The man was tall and slender, dressed in black robes embroidered with ancient golden runes. His ink-black hair was casually tied back with a ribbon.

That face... even after more than a year, it was still fresh in her memory.

Just then, his ribbon fluttered in the wind as his gaze fell upon her. He was holding a chubby little boy with one arm. And that boy he was holding was her son.

’The Archfiend, Javier Sinclair?’

’He’s out of seclusion.’

’That was pretty quick.’

Celeste Grant had thought he wouldn’t be out for another three to five years.

Thinking this, she waved and greeted him. "Well, well, long time no see, Exalted One! You’re out of seclusion. As always, you are just as majestic, domineering, and peerlessly elegant."

Her eyes, however, were fixed on the child he was holding. She was a little surprised. ’They really are father and son; the big one and the little one look so much alike.’

At that moment, her son saw her and grinned happily.

"Mama, milky!"

"My daddy... The Archfiend, my daddy."

Hearing this,

Celeste Grant felt a pang of guilt.

She looked at her son and forced a smile.

"That wasn’t me... I definitely didn’t teach him that. You have to believe me."

’...Oh, my dear son, you’re really something else. You sold out your own mother the second you saw me.’

Javier Sinclair glanced at her.

He sneered.

"The Archfiend?"

Celeste Grant gave a dry laugh.

"Don’t sweat the small stuff! You’re finally out of seclusion, Exalted One. On such a momentous day, let me shower you with flowers to celebrate!"

Celeste Grant snapped her fingers.

Raindrops immediately began to drift down over Javier Sinclair’s head, landing on his hair and clothes.

Javier Sinclair: "..."

’So this was her way of welcoming him. How... unique!’

Celeste Grant: "..."

’Whoops... I guess I haven’t mastered this Magic yet.’

"My mistake, let’s try that again."

She pointed her finger forward. This time, a shower of flower petals drifted down above Javier Sinclair. A gentle breeze blew, and the man standing there looked like a painting.

Even Celeste Grant herself was stunned for a moment.

’Maybe I was staring at him too intensely.’

Javier Sinclair felt a bit uncomfortable under her gaze. With a cold expression, he shot her a look. "You’ve been in Cultivation for over a year, and all you’ve learned are these flashy, useless tricks."

’Why did the falling flowers make him feel so strange inside?’ As Javier Sinclair watched the petals drift by, a hint of complexity appeared in his eyes.

"If you don’t like it, then forget it."

’Fine.’

’The Archfiend has no artistic sensibility.’

’Look how romantic these falling petals are. If this were a TV show, this would be an iconic scene. Such a shame. The man across from me is dense as a rock.’

"Let’s try something else."

She waved her hand.

And gave a very standard salute.

"Congratulations on emerging from seclusion, Exalted One! May your Cultivation increase to become first under heaven! May The Blood-Venerate live for a thousand autumns and ten thousand generations, and pass away from this world—no, wait, live on for all eternity!"

Javier Sinclair: "..."

’She almost sent me to my grave!’

The little doughball in his arms also clapped his small hands. "My daddy... first inna world..."

He reached out and stroked his son’s head.

He stepped forward.

"Stop messing around."

’He’d never seen anyone with such high spirits.’

He said,

"Here, hold him."

He said, handing their son to her.

"He wants his milk."

As he said this, Javier Sinclair’s gaze subconsciously flickered toward her chest.

Sensing his gaze, Celeste Grant froze, glanced down, and blushed.

"Where are you looking?! The baby weaned off breast milk three months ago! He only drinks Spirit Beast milk now."

’If I didn’t know for a fact he had zero interest in me, I’d almost suspect he was hitting on me.’

"Oh."

Javier Sinclair let out a faint "oh," then said, "You’ve gotten fatter."

Celeste Grant’s expression cracked!

’Dude, are you even human? We haven’t seen each other in over a year, and the first thing you say to me is that I’ve gotten fat?’

’So annoying.’

’Jerk.’

"Wh-what are you talking about? Where am I fat?" She gestured at her waist. "Your eyes must be going bad. I have a perfect hourglass figure, thank you very much. Are you even a man?"

’How could he possibly think I’m fat?’

Javier Sinclair’s gaze swept past her slender waist, then paused... before he calmly averted his eyes. "And you don’t know if I’m a man or not?"