Chapter 22
Since her last visit to the estate, Savannah Davis had been sending over a steady stream of supplements every few days. Knowing she would never have a child with Alexander, Natalie hadn’t touched any of them, leaving the expensive tonics and vitamins to pile up in a cabinet.
Worried that the younger generation didn’t take these things seriously, Savannah had decided to check in, only to find that Natalie hadn’t just been slacking—she hadn’t taken them at all. These weren’t ordinary supplements; some were specially imported from overseas, and they were all just sitting there like clutter.
“Aren’t you two trying for a baby?” Savannah’s voice rose with anger. “Is this how you ‘try’? You haven’t gotten pregnant in two years, and you refuse to take the supplements I got to help you. What exactly is your plan?” Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on
“I’ll say it again: if you don’t want to have a child, then make way for someone who does. Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because Alexander’s grandmother supports you. She’s getting old and can’t meddle in your affairs forever. Besides, she’s always longed for a great-grandchild. You’d better think this through, Natalie p>
Savannah was furious. Her preferred daughter-in-law she was not, and her disobedience only added fuel to the fire.
Natalie pressed her lips together. The last time this came up, Alexander had stopped her from telling the truth. Since his mother was bringing it up again, she had no choice. “There’s something I need to tell you. Alexander and I won’t be having p>
The door suddenly opened, and Alexander walked in.
“Mom, you’re here. You didn’t give us a heads-up,” he said, striding into the living room and tossing his coat onto the back of an armchair.
Savannah glared at him. “Do I need to make an appointment to visit my own son p>
“What if we were in the middle of making a baby? Your timing would be rather disruptive.” Alexander sat down on the sofa and glanced at Natalie. “I have a business dinner tonight. Go pick out a suit and tie for me p>
In the past, she had always personally selected his attire for such events, but that was over a year ago. With no chance to explain the situation to his mother, and not wanting to face any more of her questions, Natalie simply turned and went upstairs.
She heard Savannah’s voice drift up behind her. “Making a baby? She hasn’t touched a single one of the supplements I sent p>
“Who says supplements guarantee a pregnancy? If she doesn’t want to take them, she doesn’t have to. Why are you getting so worked up p>
As Natalie reached the second-floor landing, she heard Savannah sigh in
frustration. “You spoil her too much p>
The rest of their conversation was lost as she walked away.
Alexander’s wardrobe was in the master bedroom. Natalie selected a suit that fit his style and the nature of the evening’s event, along with a perfectly matching tie. She had just laid the clothes on the bed when Alexander walked in.
“If she gives you a hard time again, just blame it on me,” he said, leaning against the closet door as he watched her.
Natalie straightened up and pulled a charcoal gray shirt from the closet. “Next time, I’ll just tell her the truth.” She had told him she was done playing along.
“Fine. We’ll see if you get the chance,” he said nonchalantly. He walked over, took the shirt from her hands, and began unbuttoning the one he was wearing, right in front of her.
A blush crept up her neck, and she turned to leave.
“Tie my tie for me,” he said from behind her.
“Do it yourself p>
“Then you can forget about the divorce p>
With that, he fell silent. Natalie stood with her back to him for a long moment before turning around. She picked up the tie and, standing on her toes, looped it around jais neck Her eyes were fixed on her hands, determinedly avoiding his gaze. Cóntent
Alexander stood perfectly still, looking down at her. He could see her long, thick eyelashes trembling like tiny fans. Her delicate nose, her soft, pink lips, and the graceful line of her neck leading down to her elegant figure.
His Adam’s apple bobbed.
Natalie’s hands froze. She didn’t look up, but she could feel his warm breath growing closer, a shadow falling over her as his lips neared hers.
Suddenly, she dropped her hands and shoved him back. “It’s done. You can finish it yourself.” She fled the room as if he might chase her.
She didn’t stop until she was inside her own bedroom with the door locked. Leaning against it, she gasped for air, her hand pressed against her chest, feeling her heart pound like a drum.
She was supposed to be over him. Why did his closeness still make her so flustered? Her cheeks were burning.
“Get a grip, Natalie,” she muttered in frustration. “You can’t be this pathetic p>
Alexander walked to his door, his gaze fixed on the closed bedroom at the end of the hall. He pulled out his phone and dialed Aaron Lee. “Book a table for two at Lakeview Drive for tomorrow night p>