Chapter 89

Natalia felt a pang in her chest as Hamilton spoke, his affection always seeming more like charity than genuine care. She was tired of entangling her thoughts in these emotions.

Looking up at him, she mustered a simple, “Thanks.”

Hamilton’s brows furrowed slightly, and a scoff escaped his lips, “Don’t mention it. Since you’re not burning up anymore, come on and eat something.”

Inhaling deeply, Natalia put her chaotic emotions aside, got out of bed, and took a shower.

When she came out of the bathroom, Hamilton had already dished out lunch.

Chicken soup.

A flicker of surprise crossed Natalia’s eyes; she actually quite liked chicken soup. As a child, her mother Tatiana would often make it for her.

“Why this?” she asked.

Hamilton arched a brow at her and asked back, “Isn’t this your favorite soup?”

Natalia’s grip on her spoon tightened unconsciously. It felt like ages before she whispered another, “Thank you.”

Hamilton’s face darkened at her excessively polite thanks. Ever since the miscarriage, it seemed she had adopted this attitude.

“Ms. Jenkins, fond of saying thanks, are we?”

Natalia’s lips pressed into a thin line. After a brief silence, she replied, “It’s just common

courtesy.”

Hamilton snorted, “You are indeed very ‘courteous“.”

Natalia glanced at him but remained silent, lifting her bowl to eat.

After lunch, Hamilton changed into fresh clothes, preparing for the office.

“Need more rest?” he asked.

Natalia shook her head and said, “No, I’m already behind on work. Can’t afford to lose more.

time.”

Hamilton nodded, watching her get dressed. As she was about to leave, he called out,

“Natalia.”

He stood at the bedroom door, holding a tie. “Come here, help me with this.”

then

tiptoe and tied

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Fowler, I should get going.”

Hamilton grasped her hand.

don’t like this

“Mr. Fowler, I’m going

hoped to reach the

seemed indifferently. “So?”

Natalia patiently helped him choose another tie. Finally ready, she rushed towards

called out from behind, “You’re almost late. Don’t take the bus. Come with

dead, refusing, “Better not. People might get the wrong

grew at her eagerness to set boundaries.

Jenkins, are you afraid of

“Very.”

afraid after what had happened, having felt the

knew about her relationship with Hamilton, now she wanted nothing of

her and said, “You’re that keen

don’t want to be accused of interfering with

Schafer.”

his expression darkening further.

wrist and led

struggled, but Hamilton picked her up in his arms. “Hamilton! What are

placed her in the passenger seat and didn’t speak until he was in the driver’s seat.

you think some boundaries are yours

establish boundaries with him. If sleeping with

wrong with clearer

me anymore. Now you’re still using my money, still my lover. Can you draw

still his lover, still using

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be clear if he didn’t want

Mi. Fowler, could you let me out early?”

face

over, pinching

overdo it this afternoon. If you’re not feeling

a

office.

are you alright?”

Tess, sorry to worry

scared you’d do something drastic. Isn’t that what

Tess’s hair. “I’m not that fragile.”

thinking, if only you and Mr. Fowler were a thing, that would really tick off

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