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.”

paused, then

stood on tiptoe and tied it for

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should get going.”

finished speaking, Hamilton

this one,

I’m going

had hoped to reach the office before the

seemed

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

behind, “You’re almost late. Don’t take the bus. Come with me.”

People might

at her eagerness to

are you

“Very.”

after what had happened, having

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

“You’re

deny it, “I don’t want to be accused of interfering

Schafer.”

narrowed, his expression darkening

her wrist and led her

but Hamilton picked her up in

the passenger seat and didn’t speak until he was in

you think some boundaries are yours

expression stiffened. She had indeed been trying to establish boundaries with him. If sleeping with him was

what’s wrong with clearer

the steering wheel. “Unless you have nothing to do with me anymore. Now you’re still using my money, still my lover. Can you draw those lines if I don’t want you to?”

had no comeback. She was still his lover, still

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didn’t

Mi. Fowler, could

had no objections, he didn’t want her to face any more gossip after the

pinching her earlobe gently.

this afternoon. If you’re not feeling well, tell me.”

was silent for a

the office. Tess rushed

you alright?”

sorry to

do something drastic.

hair. “I’m not

“You know, I was thinking, if only you and Mr. Fowler were a thing,

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