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

stood on tiptoe and tied it

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Fowler, I should

finished speaking, Hamilton grasped her hand.

this one, pick another”

frowned again. “Mr. Fowler, I’m

hoped to reach the office before the afternoon

seemed indifferently.

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

almost late. Don’t

refusing, “Better not. People might get the

grew at her eagerness to

Jenkins, are you afraid of

“Very.”

than afraid after what had happened, having felt the sting of public scorn.

once covertly wished others knew about her relationship with Hamilton, now she wanted nothing of

said, “You’re that

be accused

Schafer.”

narrowed, his expression

He grabbed her wrist and led her out the door.

picked her up in his arms. “Hamilton! What are you doing?”

face set in stone. He placed her in the passenger seat and

do you think some boundaries

been trying to establish boundaries with him. If sleeping with

wrong with

anymore. Now you’re still using my

She was still his lover, still using

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he didn’t

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

to face any more gossip after the

He reached over, pinching her earlobe

overdo it this afternoon. If you’re not

was silent for a moment before

office. Tess rushed over.

are you

sorry to worry you,” Natalia nodded.

do something drastic. Isn’t

ruffling Tess’s hair. “I’m not

said, “You know, I was thinking, if only you and Mr.

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