Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 82 - 80: Why Are You Holding Me So Tight? Let Go! (Part 1)
Celeste Grant was lying in the middle of the bed, her son cradled in her left arm and Javier Sinclair on her other side.
Her body was so close to his that it felt as if he were holding her.
She glanced over at him, then shifted, snuggling closer to her son. She reached out and grabbed his wrist, trying to pry his hand from her waist.
"Our son is fast asleep. It’s about time you let go. Any longer and I’ll think you’re trying to take advantage of me."
His hand didn’t move an inch. Celeste Grant was now on her side, her back to him, but his presence was so potent it was hard to ignore him, to pretend he wasn’t even there.
Javier Sinclair, lying on his side of the bed, glanced at the back of her head. With a firm grip on her waist, he pulled her flush against him, pinning her in his embrace.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Settle down. One more peep and I’ll toss you into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to wash you clean."
"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner, always the Ten Thousand Souls Banner," Celeste Grant muttered. "Why don’t you pull it out and let me see it? I’m curious what that ghostly thing looks like. I’ve never seen it, after all."
Javier Sinclair scoffed. "You? With that little courage of yours? You want to see my Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"
Celeste Grant was livid.
"Why are you holding me so tight? Let go."
Trapped in his arms, Celeste Grant felt a little flustered. She didn’t struggle too much, though, mindful of the sleeping son she was still holding.
Held like this, Celeste Grant shifted slightly in his embrace.
She was so used to sleeping alone that having someone next to her felt strange, and she couldn’t resist the urge to move and shrug him off.
The man’s deep voice rumbled from behind her.
"Alright now. Don’t move."
Celeste Grant froze.
And then she felt it. His body’s reaction.
’Well, damn.’
The realization hit, and Celeste Grant’s face flushed red. She stopped moving completely.
"You... you’re shameless!"
Hearing this, Javier Sinclair’s expression remained perfectly calm as he replied with utter nonchalance.
"Such a fuss over nothing."
’I think I need a ventilator,’ Celeste Grant thought.
"Didn’t you say you weren’t interested in me? That holding me was no different than holding a rock? Well, The Exalted One, can holding a rock do *this* to you?"
Javier Sinclair: "..."
The comeback hit him like a tornado.
A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face.
Celeste Grant spoke up. "Are you still not letting go? Get back, get back, get back."
The hand on her waist finally released its grip, only to immediately seize her wrist.
Javier Sinclair said calmly, "Do I look like the kind of person who is easy to persuade?"
Celeste Grant was speechless and couldn’t help but retort, "You! You said you weren’t interested, yet here you are, all over me."
Javier Sinclair replied coolly.
"And you believed the words of a Demon Cultivator?"
’He had a point. She was speechless. Might makes right, after all. Whatever he said, goes.’
’That bastard.’
"This reminds me of a saying: ’A man’s words are a devil’s lies.’ Admit it, that’s you."
Javier Sinclair said coolly, "If you say so. Believe what you want."
’Hold it in.’
’He’s The Archfiend. I can’t afford to provoke him.’
No, she couldn’t hold it in. She wanted to teach him a lesson.
She used a bit of magic to shift her son further onto the bed, then pulled the blanket up over him. Turning over, she pushed herself up with her hands.
She braced her hands on either side of him, looming over him. Her eyes traveled down from his face, lingering on his bare chest.
’With a physique like this, if this were on a streaming site, the premium members would pay extra just for a chance to touch it.’
So she reached out, her fingers gently landing on his chest.
"You have a nice body, The Exalted One."
She looked at him with a smile.
But inside, she was thinking...
’Hmph. You get to be all over me and drive me crazy with your infuriating comments, so what’s wrong with me teasing you back a little?’
Javier Sinclair’s hand was still resting on the small of her back. When he felt the warmth of her fingers against his skin, his heart skipped a beat, and his hand reflexively tightened its grip.
Their current position was highly suggestive. No one would believe there was nothing between them.
Meeting her gaze, even Javier Sinclair’s eyes flickered away for a moment, though he quickly regained his serious composure. "What mischief are you up to now? Lie back down."
His voice was low and strained.
Celeste Grant didn’t miss the look on his face. ’So, holding me is like holding a rock, huh? I don’t forget things like that.’
She let two fingers trail up his chest, walking them slowly toward his neck.
Javier Sinclair remained silent, but he found his breathing subconsciously tracking the movement of her fingers. ’Does this woman have any idea what she’s doing?’
Celeste Grant’s hand closed around his neck, and she leaned in close, her voice a low whisper. "The Exalted One, there’s something I’ve been wanting to say to you."
’Too close.’
His breath hitched.
His eyes smoldered with a restrained intensity.
"Just say it."
"Listen carefully."
Celeste Grant leaned in and cursed in a low voice, "Your grandpa!"
Javier Sinclair looked utterly stunned.
’Did she just curse at me?’
’This woman’s nerve is getting out of control.’
But looking at the face so close to his...
...he said in a low voice, "You want to see my grandpa? I’ll go dig him up for you."
The only words ringing in Celeste Grant’s ears were, "dig him up for you."
’Well damn. As expected of the leader of The Demonic Sects. His brain is really wired differently.’
She shot him a speechless look. "The Exalted One, you’re taking filial piety to a whole new level. Aren’t you afraid your ancestors’ coffin lids won’t hold them down?"
Javier Sinclair was unfazed. He said coldly, "It’s fine. Even if they did crawl out, I could shove them right back in."
A chill filled his eyes as he spoke.
Celeste Grant froze.
’That’s when she remembered. In the book, he was the number one villain, infamous for killing his own father and brother. So, yeah, he probably *would* go dig up his grandpa.’
’But why? Javier Sinclair didn’t seem like the type to kill wantonly. The rumors said he was bloodthirsty, that he hadn’t even spared his own father and brother. Why? What really happened?’
’Forget it!’
’Why am I even thinking about this? It has nothing to do with me. Curiosity killed the cat, after all.’
With that thought, she said, "I’m not interested in your grandpa, so there’s no need to dig him up. Just let the old man rest in his coffin. You shouldn’t go bothering him."
Javier Sinclair’s hand moved from her waist, gently pressing her head against his chest.
Suddenly, she was sprawled against his chest.
Celeste Grant was a little dazed.
Javier Sinclair had already closed his eyes.
His fingers threaded through her hair, gently stroking.
The gesture was so tender, like that of a devoted lover, that even Celeste Grant was stunned for a moment.
「The next moment.」
Then she heard Javier Sinclair, The Archfiend, speak.
"Celeste Grant, is your hair made of straw? It’s not very smooth."
"Shut up! Just shut up! The moment you open your mouth, I want to strangle you."
Hearing her furious voice...
...Javier Sinclair’s mood improved, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile.
He reached out and wrapped her in his arms.
