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.

stood on tiptoe and tied

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Fowler, I should get

speaking, Hamilton grasped her hand.

don’t like this

again. “Mr. Fowler, I’m going

reach the office

seemed

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

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

refusing, “Better not. People might get

her eagerness

Jenkins, are you afraid of

“Very.”

what had happened, having felt the sting of

relationship with

and said, “You’re that keen to disassociate from me,

want to be accused of interfering

Schafer.”

eyes narrowed, his expression darkening

talk. He grabbed her wrist and

in

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

do you think some boundaries are

If sleeping with him was unavoidable,

with

anymore.

his lover, still using

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he didn’t

could you let me out early?”

objections, he didn’t want her to face any more

pinching her earlobe gently.

afternoon. If you’re not feeling

a moment before replying.

office. Tess rushed over.

you

Tess, sorry to worry

scared you’d do something drastic. Isn’t that what happens to people who

ruffling Tess’s hair. “I’m

thinking, if only you and Mr. Fowler

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