The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 232 Let’s Stay Grey-Haired Forever

It was already February, and the weather was starting to warm up. Megan Shaw ditched her heavy down jacket for a cozy cashmere coat.

Tristan Reid noticed how the once slim-fitted coat now puffed out slightly at her belly. He chuckled, "Kinda sticks out there now, doesn’t it?"

Megan gently patted her baby bump. "Give it a few months and it’ll stick out so much I won’t even be able to button this thing."

Yeah, a few more months. Tristan lowered his thick lashes, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile tinged with bittersweetness.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and they walked out of the hotel together. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Megan paused suddenly, looking up into the clear blue sky, taking a deep breath.

"Smell that? That’s the scent of freedom," she said.

Tristan laughed, about to respond when Megan beat him to it. "Too bad your super nose will only be sniffing diapers and baby poop soon, ha..."

He gazed at her with that indulgent look of his. Maybe. And that didn’t sound too bad at all.

A sudden breeze swept past, shaking the snow loose from the branches above them. The flakes fell on their hair, their faces.

Megan laughed with eyes crinkled from joy, running her fingers through his thick black hair. "Do we look like an old married couple already? Growing grey together?"

Tristan stared at her quietly, as if trying to carve every little expression, every blink of her eyes into his memory.

In that moment, the world faded away. It was just the two of them, wrapped in a love so deep it felt eternal.

He’d fallen for her the moment he first saw her. He’d watched her silently ever since—

He knew what made her smile. Kept up with her every move. He remembered how fierce she got during her speeches, how fired up she was during sports competitions, always scrappy, never willing to lose.

He adored how bright, stubborn, and strong she was.

Tristan held her tighter, like he wanted to fuse her into his very bones. Like holding her meant holding everything he ever wanted.

Megan loved hugs like that. She loved that feeling of being needed, being important. It was warm, like a little sun that never went out.

"Yeah, we do. Let’s stay grey-haired forever."

After holding each other for a while, Tristan helped her into the car, carefully buckling her seatbelt before starting the drive to the hospital.

During the blood test, Tristan gently reminded the nurse to go easy.

Hearing his smooth, low voice and seeing his movie-star-level good looks, the young nurse nearly fainted on the spot.

Once the couple walked off, a group of nurses huddled together, all gushing about how this guy was the ideal man—handsome, powerful, and rich too.

After all the tests were done, Tristan drove Megan to the Shaw residence.

The house wasn’t what it used to be. Winter always made it feel a little lonely, but now it just seemed plain empty.

Since Bernard Shaw and Diane Hartwell passed away, the place had lost a lot of life.

Diane had always loved lively holidays—except for Qingming Festival, she’d buy fresh flowers for the living room for almost every other occasion.

Chinese New Year was her favorite—colorful lights, big red lanterns, couplets—she made sure everything was cheerful and in place.

But this year... who knew what kind of New Year it would be?

Megan rang the doorbell. Mrs. Jones opened the door and, recognizing her at once, clutched the apron at her waist, thrilled.

"Miss Megan, you’re back! Miss Chloe is inside putting up the lucky signs."

Megan gave her a warm smile and stepped inside, spotting Chloe Shaw balanced on a chair, carefully sticking a big red ’Fu’ character on the glass door of the dining room.

Right next to her, Kevin Ward was holding the chair steady.

"Tristan, Megan!" Kevin called out excitedly, a little too soon—just as Chloe was about to hop down from the chair.The moment she tipped back, Kevin Ward jumped right into action and caught Chloe Shaw just in time—like some rom-com hero.

Only problem? His hand landed somewhere it definitely shouldn’t have.

Chloe’s cheeks flushed instantly, looking like a steamed shrimp. “Where do you think your hand is? Let go!”

Kevin chuckled, muttering under his breath, “Not like this is the first time...”

Megan Shaw’s eyes went wide. Oh no, he did not just say that.

She stormed over and landed a solid punch on his shoulder. “What did you do to her, huh? You absolute creep! She’s eight years younger than you! Have you no shame?”

Chloe quickly grabbed her sister’s arm, worried her stress might affect the baby. “Sis, calm down! Nothing happened between us, I swear.”

Megan ignored her. “Don’t defend him!” She raised her eyebrows dangerously. “Explain. ‘Not the first time’ means what exactly?”

Kevin pouted, looking like a kid caught cheating. “Remember that time when Mr. Shaw was almost assassinated? Me, Chloe, and Rachel rushed over? I accidentally, you know...”

Tristan Reid walked in with a half-smile and took Megan’s hand in his. “Did your hand hurt from that punch?”

Kevin groaned. “I’m the one who got punched!”

Tristan grinned. “You’ve got thick skin. I’m more worried my wife hurt her hand on you.” He gently blew on Megan’s hand. “Look, it’s all red.”

Megan shot Kevin a look. “You better take good care of Chloe, or I swear you’ll deal with me.”

Kevin threw his hands up in surrender. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be good.”

Chloe giggled from the side. “That was fast. Weren’t you calling her ‘sis-in-law’ just a minute ago?”

Kevin threw an arm around her shoulder. “Anyone who supports me and Chloe is basically family.”

Megan smirked. “You’re kind of old and definitely kind of dumb—but as long as you treat her right, that’s all that matters.”

“Of course! Though, sis, I’m the same age as Tristan. Why do I get called old?”

She glanced at Tristan. “You’ve got that ‘rushing through life’ kind of face.”

Oof. That one stung. Kevin was officially speechless.

“Where’s Dad?” Megan asked, looking around.

“He went to pick up some snacks, just before you guys arrived. Sis, stay for lunch, yeah? Ever since we heard about the kidnapping, I’ve been freaking out. Now finally seeing you standing here, safe and sound, it’s such a relief.”

Chloe clung to Megan’s arm as if afraid she might disappear.

Megan smiled. “I’m staying. Today’s just for you.”

With arms linked, they headed for the stairs.

Girl talk zone. No boys allowed.

Tristan sat on the couch, lit a cigarette, but didn’t smoke it. He just watched the ash build up until it fell silently to the floor.

“You’ve got something on your mind, huh?” Kevin asked.

Tristan crushed the cigarette in the ashtray. “Nah. Nathaniel Cooper’s been caught. Nothing else to worry about.”

“Yeah, but you’re definitely acting off.”

Tristan smirked. “And when have your feelings ever been accurate?”

Kevin looked unusually serious. “You’re thinking about your identity getting exposed... as King. You’re scared your family might get dragged into trouble, right?”

Tristan laughed, but there was a trace of truth in his eyes. “Partly, yeah. So if one day you get taken in, just don’t let them know you even know me. Not worth catching a bullet.”

Kevin patted his chest. “Like I’d be scared of that? Even if I get shot, I’ll just come back swinging.”

Tristan chuckled. “You? Please. You’re not a man—you’re just athlete’s foot with a bad attitude.”

Kevin: “...”