Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 66 - 64: I Didn’t Look For You, Our Son Did
Celeste Grant picked up her phone and took a look.
The phone she was on a call with was the one she had given her son.
The phones they were developing and refining now were different from the electronic products she had used in her previous world. These phones were essentially refined Magic Treasures, authenticated with a drop of blood. Because of this, a stranger who found one wouldn’t be able to use it. However, close blood relatives could.
For example, Javier Sinclair could take her son’s phone, unlock it, and use it.
She had thought it was her son calling.
Even though her son, little Aaron Sinclair, was only a little over a year old, the kid was quite smart. It wouldn’t be a problem for him to grab the phone and call her himself.
She just hadn’t expected Javier Sinclair to be on the other end.
Thinking of this, she let out a dry laugh.
"Haha, so it’s The Exalted One. I thought it was my son. Sorry about that, when I said ’baby,’ I wasn’t talking to you."
"Hah!"
A light, chilly scoff came from the man on the other end, so cold it felt as if he were standing right next to her.
Even without seeing him, she could picture the cold expression on his face.
Celeste Grant chuckled and said, "The Exalted One, did you need something from me?"
’Actually, I’ve already guessed that our son was the one who wanted to call me. I’m just teasing him on purpose.’
A deep male voice came through the phone.
"I wasn’t looking for you. This brat wanted to find you."
His tone really brought that saying to mind: explanations are just cover-ups, and cover-ups are admissions of guilt. She had to admit, she found this notoriously fearsome Archfiend a little bit cute.
"If you weren’t looking for me, you weren’t looking for me. No need to rush with an explanation, The Exalted One. I know there’s no way you’d look for me. A man as brilliant, mighty, and imposing as yourself would surely look down on small-fry like me."
Javier Sinclair: "..."
He actually felt his face sting a little.
’I must be imagining things.’
He let out a cold laugh.
"Ever since you left, this brat has been muttering about you every day. My ears are about to grow calluses. He even wails at night. I really don’t know who he takes after."
Celeste Grant laughed.
"He’s still little, it’s normal for him to look for his mommy. Our son has never been away from my side since he was born. Now that I’m away, he’s definitely not used to not seeing me. It just means he misses me. But I won’t be back for a while, so I’ll have to trouble you to take care of our son, The Exalted One. Thanks a bunch, you’re such a good person."
He scoffed on the other end.
"So you do know you’re being troublesome. A good person? When have I ever been a good person?"
Celeste Grant rolled her eyes.
"Alright, alright, you’re The Archfiend. I get it."
Demon Cultivators don’t like being called good people. It’s said to be damaging to the image of The Demonic Sects.
There was a moment of silence on the other end.
Javier Sinclair spoke up, "I think you’re asking for a trip inside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."
Celeste Grant’s mouth twitched.
’This Archfiend.’
’He just can’t resist running his mouth.’
She propped herself up on the bed with one hand, but her words were fearless. "Come on, then. I dare you, The Exalted One. I don’t believe you can come through the screen and throw me into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."
Javier Sinclair: "Is that so? You just wait."
His sinister words echoed in her ear, sending a chill down her spine. She subconsciously glanced beside her, genuinely afraid he might suddenly pop up.
She giggled and said.
"No, no, Big Brother... you’ll make me shy. You’d better not come."
Javier Sinclair’s mouth twitched.
’What in the world goes on in this woman’s head all day?’
"Mama... Mama, where are you?"
Hearing her son’s voice, a light entered Celeste Grant’s eyes. She smiled gently and coaxed him, "Sweetheart, Mama is outside fighting little monsters. I’m super strong, taking them down with a single WHAP!"
"Mommy, so stwong! I wanna go too."
"No can do, you’re still too little. When you’re bigger, Mommy can take you with me."
"Okay then, I’ll dwink lots of milk to gwow up."
"Aww, my baby, you’re so cute. Son, have you been a good boy at home?"
"I’ve been good, Mommy."
"Hold on, Mommy will start a video call, then you can see me."
"Okay!"
A video call. All she had to do was inject some Spiritual Power to activate the phone’s projection Array.
Soon, the phone lit up, and her son’s figure appeared on the screen. Her son hadn’t started his Cultivation and couldn’t inject Spiritual Power, but his father could.
Seeing her son, Celeste Grant was overjoyed.
"Baby (˘³˘)♡, mwah!"
"Mwah, Mommy."
"Did you miss me, sweetie?"
"I missed Mama."
"Haha, Mama misses you too. You have to listen to your daddy at home, okay? Mommy will be back in a little while."
"Mhm, okay, Mommy you have to come back... You can’t abandon us."
Hearing this, Celeste Grant burst out laughing.
"Hahaha, abandon you? Who taught you that? You’re killing me."
"Daddy... mmmph..."
A hand reached out and covered little Aaron Sinclair’s mouth. Javier Sinclair’s face appeared in the frame, and he shot her a cool glance.
"I didn’t say that."
Celeste Grant nodded repeatedly.
"Mhm, you didn’t say it."
His face was expressionless.
"You don’t believe me."
Celeste Grant pointed to her own face.
"Look how serious I am. See? I totally believe you." As she spoke, she swung her legs up onto the bed and casually leaned against her knees, looking at him and whispering, "Actually, I’d also like to know, what exactly did you say to our son, The Exalted One? For him to ask me not to abandon you two, hahaha."
Javier Sinclair: "Very funny. Last night, I was trying to get this brat to sleep, but he wouldn’t."
"So I told him that if he didn’t go to sleep like a good boy, you wouldn’t come back. Then the brat started bawling his eyes out."
For the first time, Javier Sinclair found taking care of a child to be exhausting—even more exhausting than slaughtering his enemies in all directions. When the boy started crying, nothing he did could console him.
"Haha, that’s what you get for scaring him. All kids are like that, you have to get used to it."
After that, Celeste Grant continued talking to her son on the phone.
She would also exchange a few words with Javier Sinclair from time to time.
Before they knew it, more than half the day had passed.
On the other end, her son had fallen asleep, nestled in his father’s arms.
Celeste Grant watched the man gently patting their son to sleep, an indescribable feeling welling up inside her.
’This is... actually quite nice.’
It felt like they were a real family of three.
Celeste Grant’s gaze shifted to his face.
Seeing that face of his, a saying came to her mind.
’A man might betray you, but his good looks never will.’
’If you have to look at an ugly face, it’s easy to get into arguments. But with a face like this, you might subconsciously stop being angry. And even if you do get mad, you can just look at it and calm yourself down, hahaha.’
Her gaze was fixed on him.
It was hard for Javier Sinclair not to notice.
He frowned slightly.
"Like what you see?"
Celeste Grant nodded.
"It seems to me you don’t want your eyeballs anymore."
Celeste Grant laughed.
"The Exalted One, you’re not getting shy, are you? To be honest, I just think you’re handsome. And these eyes... well, they have a mind of their own. It has nothing to do with me."
Javier Sinclair froze, subconsciously recalling her words.
’This woman thinks I’m handsome.’
"Hah. Superficial!"
He shot her an indifferent glance. "And you think I’m the type to get shy."
Celeste Grant smiled to herself.
’The Archfiend. So obsessed with his pride!’
