Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 55 - 53: Brother, Don’t You Like This?

Celeste Grant’s brow furrowed slightly.

"Why are you staring at me like that? It’s creepy. You’re not thinking of tossing me into that Ten Thousand Souls Banner of yours for a bit of refining, are you?"

Javier Sinclair’s eyebrow twitched. He then said calmly, "If you ever have such a need, feel free to ask me for help at any time."

Celeste Grant took a step back, holding her hands up to ward him off. "Back up, back up... Who needs that? I’d like to live a few more years, thank you." ’You demon, stay away from me.’

’Some Archfiends are destined to be single forever, and for good reason.’

"Oh, by the way, there’s something I need to tell you. I think I’m on the verge of a breakthrough. I’m planning to go out, find a good spot to cultivate for a while, and then hunt some low-level demon beasts for practice. That means I’m leaving our son with you. Take good care of him. You’ll even have to put him to bed at night."

Javier Sinclair shot her an expressionless glance.

"So demanding. Fine."

Celeste Grant looked at her son, reaching out to stroke his head. "Sweetheart, Mommy needs to find a place to cultivate for a little while. You stay with your daddy and be a good boy, okay? If you miss me, just give me a call. Mwah."

Aaron Sinclair replied, "Okay, Mommy... I’ll listen to Daddy. Mwah... You have to come back soon."

"Alright, I will. Mommy will stay with you tonight."

’My son is just so adorable!’

That night, Celeste Grant didn’t meditate. After tucking her son in, she lay down and got ready to sleep herself.

She planned to leave the Bloodfiend Den first thing in the morning. This trip wasn’t just for her cultivation breakthrough; her main goal was to snatch the original female lead’s opportunities.

As far as she knew, the Immortal Treasury Palace Secret Realm would manifest in half a month’s time. It was located deep within the mountain range north of Hopeless Immortal City. The realm had a cultivation restriction: only cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage could enter.

Jocelyn Grant was also still at the Foundation Establishment Stage. According to the original plot, she was supposed to find an opportunity within the Secret Realm, break through to the Golden Core stage, and walk away with all its treasures.

’But this time, she can forget about it.’

A wicked grin spread across her face at the thought.

’From now on, I’ll be the stumbling block on your path to immortality.’

Celeste Grant had almost no real combat experience since she’d started her cultivation. The main reason was that Nerida and the others couldn’t bring themselves to fight her seriously. They were just holding her back.

This time, Celeste Grant wasn’t in a rush to break through. She planned to hunt demon beasts to improve her combat strength and gain practical experience. For instance, even if two people were at the Foundation Establishment Stage, how could someone who’d never even killed a chicken expect to beat an experienced opponent?

’I can’t be a total noob.’

’I just have to do it.’ 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Her current comfortable life wasn’t enough; she had to plan for her and her son’s future. She had only two goals: get rich and get strong.

Her mind raced with thoughts.

And she drifted off to sleep.

She was in the middle of a pleasant dream when a chilling presence washed over her. She wasn’t an ordinary person anymore; she could immediately sense when someone approached.

Sensing the presence, she opened her eyes and turned her head to see a figure standing beside her bed. She didn’t have to guess who would enter her room without permission.

She lifted a hand and rubbed her eyes.

"I have to ask, what are you doing in my room in the middle of the night, sir?"

’Appearing without a single sound...’

’Is he trying to scare me to death?’

He spoke. "Get up."

"Oh." Celeste Grant complied, swinging her legs over the side of the bed to sit up. She looked up at him. "You still haven’t answered me. It’s very late." She pouted. "Did you need me for something?"

At this, she deliberately wrapped her arms around herself. "The Exalted One, you don’t... have designs on me, do you?"

Javier Sinclair sneered.

"I’m not blind. Why would I have any designs on you?" ’Her face is just a little prettier, her skin a little paler, her waist a little slimmer, her legs...’ His gaze fell on her long, exposed legs.

A gentle breeze drifted in from the open window...

Under the moonlight, she sat on the edge of the bed, one knee bent. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her thin sleep clothes did little to hide the shape of her body, leaving her legs bare.

’He was shocked to find he had the urge to stare.’

’Images of their... less than proper... moments together flashed through his mind, and his breathing grew ragged.’

Javier Sinclair’s Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously.

He turned away, his expression cold.

’What was I here for again?’

’For a moment, his mind felt completely blank.’

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Exalted One?"

No response.

Celeste Grant braced herself on one hand and leaned in closer. "Are you listening to me?"

Javier Sinclair placed a hand on her head and pushed her back. "No need to shout. I’m not so old that I’ve gone deaf."

"He’s several hundred years old. That’s very old."

’To her, he was already ancient.’

’He was practically a fossil.’

Realizing she’d said that last part out loud, Celeste Grant slapped a hand over her mouth.

"Haha, actually, Exalted One, you’re not old at all! You’re handsome, dashing, utterly charming... and vigorous for your age!"

’Ugh, AHHH, what am I even saying? Somebody save me!’

’Son, if Mommy dies, make sure you burn lots of joss paper for me on the holidays.’

Javier Sinclair felt the icy mask he perpetually wore finally crack.

"Hah."

He reached out and pinched Celeste Grant’s cheek.

"Ow! That hurts! You pinched me!"

"Now we’re even."

"You’re so petty! I was just teasing you!"

"When did I ever claim to be a man of noble character? I am a Demon Cultivator."

Celeste Grant understood his implication.

’He was still a sinister, cunning, unblinking murderer—the leader of the Demonic Sects.’

She rubbed her cheek.

"Destined to be single forever. No wonder you don’t have a wife," she muttered.

’Wife?’

’His wife?’

’He has a son, for crying out loud!’

She glanced up at the man standing before her.

By the light of the moon, she saw he was dressed in moon-white robes that accentuated his tall, slender frame. It reminded her of the first time she’d ever seen him, dressed in the very same way.

The hazy night...

A man and a woman, alone...

It was a scene that could easily give someone the wrong idea.

However...

Celeste Grant gave him a once-over.

’Dressed like this, any normal man would have some kind of reaction. The Archfiend’s self-control must be incredible. He might as well wear prayer beads and become some celibate Buddha Son. He’s completely devoid of emotion.’

’No, wait, his reaction... ’

Celeste Grant’s gaze traveled down from his face.

And then she froze.

’His body, on the other hand, is quite honest...’

’What a phony.’

’Just watch me tease you.’

’He may be emotionless, but he’s still a normal man.’

With that thought, she deliberately shifted, revealing a little more of her leg. She looked up at him through her lashes and whispered, "Mister... what could you possibly want with little old me so late at night?"

’Mister.’

’Mister.’

Javier Sinclair felt a jolt, as if he’d been burned. A strange, tingling numbness spread through him, making his throat go tight.

His eyes swept over her. "Speak properly," he commanded. "Stop being so theatrical."

’Jerk.’

’Your eyes were certainly getting an eyeful, though.’

’And he has the nerve to call me theatrical.’

Celeste Grant blinked innocently.

She rested a hand on her own thigh, tapping her fingers lightly against her skin. Tilting her head, she looked at him. "Whatever do you mean, Exalted One? I’m always like this."

’Theatrical, hahaha.’

’He’s not wrong!’

Javier Sinclair’s heart was in turmoil. It was a complicated feeling.

’Why... why did this woman have such an effect on him?’

Javier Sinclair strode forward, snatched a blanket, and unceremoniously wrapped it around her.

"Sit still."

"Alright, alright. I’m listening."

’I’m a perfectly respectable person, you know.’

’It’s not like I was going to do anything to him, even without the blanket... right?’