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 walked over.

tiptoe and

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I should get

she finished speaking, Hamilton grasped her

this

I’m going to

to reach the office before the afternoon

just seemed indifferently.

helped him choose another

out from behind, “You’re almost late. Don’t take

dead, refusing, “Better not. People

annoyance grew at her eagerness to set

are you

“Very.”

was more than afraid after what had happened, having felt the sting of

her relationship with Hamilton, now she wanted nothing of the

just looked at her and said, “You’re that keen to

“I don’t want to be accused of interfering with your

Schafer.”

eyes narrowed, his

and led her out the

picked her up in his arms.

stone. He placed her in the passenger seat and didn’t speak until

boundaries are yours to draw?”

to establish boundaries with him. If sleeping with him was unavoidable, she wanted nothing else to do with him.

with clearer

one hand on the steering wheel. “Unless you have nothing to do with me anymore. Now

had no comeback. She was still his lover, still using

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if he didn’t want

Then Mi. Fowler, could you

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

reached over, pinching her earlobe gently.

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

for a moment

the office. Tess rushed

you alright?”

Tess, sorry to worry

said, “I was scared you’d do something

ruffling Tess’s hair. “I’m not that fragile.”

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

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