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

and tied it for him.

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Fowler, I should get going.”

Hamilton grasped

like this one, pick

I’m

had hoped to reach the office

just seemed indifferently.

helped him choose another tie. Finally ready, she rushed

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

refusing, “Better not. People might get the wrong idea.”

her eagerness to set boundaries.

are you

“Very.”

had happened, having felt the sting of public scorn.

once covertly wished others knew about her relationship

just looked at her and said, “You’re

don’t want to be accused of interfering with your

Schafer.”

eyes narrowed, his expression darkening further.

and led her out the

up in his arms. “Hamilton!

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

do you think some boundaries are yours to draw?”

with him. If sleeping with him was unavoidable, she wanted nothing

with clearer

anymore.

She was still his lover,

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he didn’t want them to

Fowler, could you let me

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

pinching her

this afternoon. If you’re

a

office. Tess rushed over.

are you

fine. Tess, sorry to worry you,”

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

Tess’s hair.

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

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