Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 49 - 47: This Is Her Undergarment! Aaaah

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「The next day.」

Celeste Grant finished her Cultivation.

She was just about to check if her son was awake.

But then she saw a large figure and a small one sleeping on the bed. Her son was sprawled on top of his birth father, whose arm was gently wrapped around the boy’s body.

It was a heartwarming scene.

’Should I disturb them?’

.

The sight was enough to make one a little jealous.

Her son really did like his father.

She tiptoed forward and bent down to look at the two of them.

She reached out and pinched her son’s little cheek. "You little traitor. You used to say Mommy was your favorite, but as soon as your daddy shows up, you’re stuck to him like glue."

Seeing that her son hadn’t woken up, her gaze shifted to Javier Sinclair’s face.

Suddenly, Celeste Grant’s eyes fell on a red item next to the pillow, and her face flushed.

Her undergarment... why was it here? And it was currently pinned down.

’He didn’t see it, did he?’

’He probably didn’t see it!’

Celeste Grant held her breath, using Magic with a flick of her fingers.

She thought to herself.

’Come on out.’

’Come on out.’

’Almost there, just a little bit more. Please don’t wake up...’

But just then, Javier Sinclair’s eyes snapped open, and he spoke in a cold voice.

"What are you doing?"

The moment he spoke,

Celeste Grant’s hand froze. The small bodice she had just managed to pull free with her Magic fell right out of the air and landed on his face.

Just that smoothly.

Celeste Grant’s eyes went wide.

She blurted out instinctively.

"Oh, no."

She was too slow to grab it. Javier Sinclair had already caught the undergarment, its straps tangled around his wrist...

Even Celeste Grant, who felt she’d seen it all, was at a loss for words.

A certain phrase came to mind.

’Her bodice, still hanging from that rogue’s waist...’ Except now it was on his hand, which was close enough.

Celeste Grant covered her face with her hands.

"I wish a hole would open up and swallow me."

It was too humiliating! She felt like she could never face anyone again. How could one person be so unlucky around another, time and time again?

She wasn’t the only one.

When Javier Sinclair saw what he was holding, his expression faltered for a moment.

Then his hand froze.

’Is this her personal clothing?’

For a moment, a deathly awkward silence fell over the room.

However, compared to Celeste Grant’s mortified expression, Javier Sinclair looked utterly calm.

He shifted to the side to lay the child down, then rose to his feet, holding her undergarment with a blank expression. Then, he asked coldly, "Yours?"

When he spoke, his voice was deep and steady, without a hint of fluctuation.

Celeste Grant glanced at him, feeling a bit envious. How could he be so calm and composed at a time like this? It seemed the saying was true: ’a heart free of women makes the sword hand divine’.

She truly believed this man had no designs on her, that his mind was completely pure. Otherwise, under normal circumstances, any man would be embarrassed to see a woman’s private things.

Celeste Grant nodded slightly and offered a small smile. "It’s mine. I just saw that your arm was pinning it down, so I wanted to get it out. Then you woke up... sorry about that." Forcing herself to continue, she pointed at the item in his hand.

"This... can I have it back?"

Celeste Grant was starting to babble.

Then she added,

"If The Exalted One likes it, I can give it to you."

The moment the words left her mouth, she wanted to slap herself.

’Oh, mother, what am I even saying?!’

’What did I mean, give it to him if he likes it? Is this the kind of thing you can just give away?’

’This sounds like I’m trying to seduce him.’

’No, I’m really not.’

Celeste Grant took a step back. "I didn’t mean that. Please don’t misunderstand. I have no designs on you, really."

’Why do I feel like it was better before I tried to explain?’

’The more I explain, the less sense it makes.’

Javier Sinclair’s gaze landed on her face, which was flushed with panic.

’This woman... she’s actually quite cute right now. But her words are far too bold.’

Javier Sinclair averted his gaze.

He placed the garment in her hand. "In the future, you should put things like this away properly."

"I know. Besides you, no one else would see it anyway." ’After all, it’s not like other men can get close to me. He’s the child’s father; it’s hard to avoid contact even if I wanted to.’

Her words, however, stirred a peculiar emotion in Javier Sinclair.

He found himself looking at her a few more times.

"You..."

He reached out, his fingers just about to touch her head, when the little chubby boy on the bed scrambled up into a sitting position.

"Want milk."

"Daddy."

"Mommy."

Seeing her son awake, Celeste Grant immediately bypassed Javier and scooped the boy up. "Son, you’re awake. Are you hungry?"

The first thing this little child did upon waking was look for food.

"Hungry... want milk."

"Okay, okay, Mommy will get you some milk."

She took a bottle out of her Storage Ring.

"Cyan."

She called out.

Soon, the maid Cyan, who had been waiting outside, came in carrying a warmed jar of Spiritual Beast Milk. "Madam, I’m here."

When she saw Javier Sinclair, she stopped and bowed.

"Greetings, Exalted One."

Javier Sinclair walked forward and held out his hand.

"Give that to me."

"Yes, Exalted One."

"You may leave."

"This servant takes her leave."

Cyan didn’t dare to look for even a second longer. After handing the Spiritual Beast Milk to Javier Sinclair, she immediately retreated. There was nothing for it; she was afraid of him. Rumor had it The Exalted One killed without batting an eye, and she had no desire to end up in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Seeing how proactive he was,

Celeste Grant gave a faint smile.

She felt a good impression of him forming in her heart.

Holding the child with one arm, Celeste Grant handed him the bottle.

"Fill it up."

’She even knows how to order me around.’

’If it were anyone else,’

’I would have twisted their head off long ago.’

"Alright."

This was the first time,

Javier Sinclair had ever felt so clumsy and flustered.

However, so as not to lose face,

he used Magic to fill the bottle.

’Perfect.’

Seeing his stiff movements and his expression like he was facing a great enemy, Celeste Grant’s eyes twinkled as she praised him. "You’ll get used to it. You did a great job for your first time."

A flash of pleasure appeared on Javier Sinclair’s face.

But what he said was, "Did you think I’m like you, unable to do such a simple thing?"

"In that case, I’ll leave our son in your care for the next few days. I have things to attend to today. I believe in you."

As she spoke, Celeste Grant placed their son in his arms.

"Annie, you have to listen to your daddy."

"Mhm, Annie be good."

"My son is so well-behaved."

She then leaned in and kissed her son on the cheek.

"GIGGLE..."

The little chubby boy was happy.

He waved his little hands.

"My daddy wants kissy too."

’He’s been corrupted.’

’Who taught him that?’

Celeste Grant looked at Javier Sinclair and gave a dry laugh. She turned to her son. "Let’s not do that. Only babies get kisses. Your daddy is a grown-up, so he doesn’t need them."

Little Aaron Sinclair, held in Javier Sinclair’s arms, chewed on his hand.

He looked a little confused.

At that moment, Javier Sinclair, still holding the child, fixed his gaze on Celeste Grant.

’What’s he looking at? What’s with that look?’

’Is it a warning?’

’Telling me not to kiss him?’

’Got it.’

"Don’t look at me like that. Don’t worry, I get it. You take our son. I’m going to find Elder Lawson."