He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 140: He’s a Pervert, So How Noble Are You?

Chapter 140: Chapter 140: He’s a Pervert, So How Noble Are You?

The man didn’t eat dinner.

After throwing away the food she had prepared, Natalie Morgan went upstairs.

Standing at the bedroom door, she hesitated for a long time.

She knew what would happen next, but she recoiled from it with every fiber of her being.

After gathering her courage who knows how many times, she finally pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.

Theodore Grant was leaning against the headboard, working on his laptop.

He didn’t look up, nor did he speak to her.

So she dutifully went to take a shower.p>Just as she sat on the bed, the man’s voice came from behind her. "I can change your name and identity back. Do you have any objections?"

"...Not yet," she refused rationally.

The man froze for a moment. "Why not?"

"Everyone in Riverden knows the Young Madam of the Grant Family has been gone for three years. If I suddenly ’came back to life,’ I’d become the focus of every media outlet. You don’t want to be hounded every day with questions about how I died and how I came back, do you?"

Every word she said was supposedly for the sake of the Grant Family, the Grant Group, and him.

But not a single word was sincere.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and chuckled mockingly. "How thoughtful."

Her body instantly stiffened.

She grew tense against her will.

"Mr. Grant, after... we’re done, can I go sleep with my son?"

His lips trailed along her pale neck, his voice hoarse with desire. "You’re still calling me ’Mr. Grant.’ I didn’t like the formality then, and I don’t like it now. So tell me, why should I let you go sleep with your son?"

"Then what would you like me to call you, Mr. Grant? I can change." She shifted uncomfortably, dodging his lips.

He grabbed her chin and forced her to face him. "So resistant? Or have you gotten used to Felix Finch’s gentle touch in the last three years and forgotten how we used to be?"

"The past?" A smile touched her lips, bitter and laced with cold resignation. "Do you really want to go back to the past?"

’I want to start over with her, properly.’ 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

’But I can’t allow her to have another man in her heart.’

"Whether I want to or not depends on your performance, doesn’t it?"

"Theodore Grant, you really haven’t changed at all." She stared at him coldly, her eyes revealing a hint of disappointment. "Don’t you understand? No woman wants to be forced."

"Forcing you?" He raised an eyebrow, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. "Natalie Morgan, don’t forget, you were the one who proposed this condition. You didn’t have this attitude when you were begging me to save your son."

Natalie Morgan was speechless.

’I did say that.’

’But I just don’t want to do *that* with him right now. If he insists, it’s force.’

"Why aren’t you talking?" he asked, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at him. "Nothing to say for yourself?"

"I remember what I said," she said, her face cold.

"Good." ’As long as she remembers.’ "I don’t have to force you. But will you take the initiative?"

No.

Natalie Morgan would not take the initiative.

Perhaps she could take the initiative with any other man, but not with him.

After waiting a long time without a response, the man grew irritated.

"Did you really fall in love with Felix Finch? Do you even know him? His past? Do you know why he got close to you? Let’s not even talk about other things. Just the fact that your son fell into the sea—did you never suspect Felix Finch was behind it?"

Natalie Morgan’s pupils contracted.

Her expression turned rigid.

Before, whenever Theodore Grant said anything about Felix Finch, she just assumed he was slandering him for the sake of it.

But with what Momo had said as a foundation...

...she felt that Theodore Grant’s deduction might have some basis.

But she didn’t know if he actually had any proof or was just talking nonsense.

"Why would he throw my son into the sea?"

’The thing I can’t figure out now is, why would Felix Finch do something like that?’

’What will he do next?’

She questioned Theodore Grant in return, hoping to get some answers from him.

But the man just sneered. "Why? Don’t you have a mouth? Can’t you go ask him yourself? You think he’s some saint? He’s just another psycho."

His words were about as useful as a fart.

Natalie Morgan turned her face away. "If he’s a psycho, then you, Mr. Grant, are hardly any more noble."

"I’m not noble. I’m a despicable, shameless scoundrel. Happy now?"

His mood, now shrouded in dark clouds, had been completely extinguished.

’This woman... she always manages to turn my pleasure into nothingness at the height of my enjoyment.’

’What a killjoy.’

The woman glanced at the wall clock. "If you have no... needs, Mr. Grant, I’ll go sleep with my son."

"I heard..." He gently placed his hands on the soft pillow, his gaze locked on her. "...you married that old man, and he died a few days later. As for what happened in bed..."

Natalie Morgan sneered, a flash of disgust in her eyes. "Getting pregnant has nothing to do with time, hardness, or size. It can happen in two thrusts."

She was deliberately trying to gross him out.

’I hate that "I’m the most powerful man in the world" look on his face.’

Theodore Grant was indeed irritated.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her forcefully into his arms. "What you’re describing is called reproduction."

"Call it whatever you want."

"Alright, stop messing around. Let’s sleep." He relented.

’For over three years, I’ve been having the same dream.’

’A dream where she came back to life, where I could hold her like this and get a good night’s sleep without insomnia.’

’I don’t want to fight with her.’

’I want things to be good between us.’

...

「Early the next morning.」

Natalie Morgan was in the kitchen making breakfast.

The man, dressed in casual pajamas, leaned lazily against the kitchen doorway, watching her bustle about.

’She’s so meticulous.’

’Her cooking is good. If she put her heart into it, she could definitely win over my stomach.’

’What a shame.’

’She only sees this as a job to repay a debt.’

"I don’t eat much. Just make something simple," he said, his voice soft.

The woman grunted in acknowledgment and placed breakfast on the table. "Mr. Grant, please have your breakfast."

"Can’t you call me something else?" he asked, looking at her expectantly. "I don’t like titles like ’Mr. Grant.’ Even just my name would be fine."

’I don’t have the nerve to ask for a more intimate form of address.’

’I also know she wouldn’t grant me that privilege.’

"Alright." She accepted the idea of calling him by his name.

"Sit down and eat with me," he said.

Natalie Morgan pursed her lips and sat down. "In a little while, I’m going to check out a few kindergartens. I might not have time to do chores around the house today."

"Do you really see yourself as a maid?" He tore at a piece of toast and glanced up at her. "You have absolute freedom in this house. The servants have to respect you, too. You can work, but not this kind of work."

Natalie Morgan guessed that Theodore Grant had a new arrangement for her.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Do what you’re good at." He took out an employment contract and handed it to Natalie Morgan. "Remember that plot of land from the Quincy Family that the Grant Group acquired before you left? The auction house has been built, and it’s about to open. You’ll work there."

She let out a quiet "oh."

’Compared to this kind of work, I’d much rather teach children how to draw.’

’But I have no choice.’

"What, you don’t like it?"

He watched her microexpressions carefully, trying to understand what she was really thinking.