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

and tied

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Fowler, I should get

speaking, Hamilton grasped

don’t like this one, pick another”

I’m going

had hoped to reach the office before

seemed

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

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

People

grew at her eagerness to set boundaries.

Jenkins, are you afraid

“Very.”

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

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

said, “You’re that keen to disassociate from me, huh?”

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

Schafer.”

eyes narrowed, his expression

talk. He grabbed her wrist and led

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

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

do you think some boundaries are

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

wrong with clearer

on the steering wheel. “Unless you have nothing to do with me anymore. Now you’re still using

comeback. She was still his lover, still

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be clear if he didn’t want them

Fowler, could you let

to face any more gossip

reached over, pinching her earlobe gently.

afternoon. If you’re

was silent for a moment before replying. “Okay”

office.

are you

sorry to worry you,”

clung to her arm and said, “I was scared you’d do something drastic. Isn’t that

ruffling Tess’s hair.

thinking, if only you

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