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

on tiptoe and

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Fowler, I should

speaking, Hamilton grasped her hand.

like this one, pick

“Mr. Fowler, I’m going to be

reach the office before

seemed indifferently.

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

“You’re almost late. Don’t take the

“Better not. People might get

grew at her eagerness

you afraid of

“Very.”

what had happened, having

others knew about her relationship with

and said, “You’re that keen to

to be accused of

Schafer.”

eyes narrowed, his

and led her out the

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

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

boundaries are

had indeed been trying to establish boundaries with him. If sleeping with him was unavoidable, she wanted nothing else

with clearer boundaries?”

leaned casually against the seat, one hand on the steering wheel. “Unless you have nothing to do with me anymore. Now you’re still

was still his lover, still

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if he didn’t want

Then Mi. Fowler, could

objections, he didn’t want her to face any more gossip after the recent

He reached over, pinching her earlobe gently.

afternoon. If you’re not

silent for a

the office. Tess rushed over.

you

fine. Tess, sorry to worry you,”

arm and said, “I was scared you’d do something drastic. Isn’t that what happens

hair. “I’m

looked around conspiratorially and said, “You know, I was thinking, if only you and Mr. Fowler were a

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