He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 144: Cuckolding Him

"If Mr. Grant hasn’t eaten, have Assistant Kendall order something for you. I’m not a chef." The woman’s tone and expression were as cold as a winter’s day.

He reached out and took her half-eaten boxed lunch. "Your food. Let me have a bite."

It had vegetables and meat, but it looked incredibly unappetizing. Someone like Theodore Grant wasn’t the type to eat leftovers. If he ate it and got upset, he would just take his anger out on her.

Natalie Morgan snatched her boxed lunch back and tossed it directly into the trash can.

"You should just have Assistant Kendall order you something new."

He said petulantly, "I’m not eating. Just let me starve to death."

Weller Kendall: ...

’This guy is really just making things difficult for himself.’

"Manager Childs, Mr. Grant has had a fever all day. It’s rare for him to have an appetite. Why... why did you throw it away?"

"An appetite for leftovers?" Natalie Morgan was speechless, a mocking smile tugging at her lips. "How very... unique."

Theodore Grant: ...

’Is she really being this blatant with her scorn?’

Weller Kendall: ...

’The boss’s wife is getting bolder and bolder.’

Natalie Morgan didn’t respond to Theodore Grant, simply walking straight back to her office.

Inside the office was a small rest room where she usually took a short nap, allowing her weary body and mind a moment of peace.

But the moment she stepped into the rest room, Theodore Grant followed close behind like a gust of wind, forcing his way into what was supposed to be her private space.

His movements were swift and domineering. Before Natalie Morgan could even react, his kiss descended like a tempest, enveloping her in a deep and intense atmosphere.

The kiss was forceful, out of control, as if it wanted to devour her whole.

That fierce momentum, combined with the heat from his elevated temperature, made him feel like he was burning with a raging fire.

"Theodore Grant, you..." Natalie Morgan tried to shove him away, but his body was too heavy; she couldn’t muster any strength.

At that moment, she was like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web, struggling powerlessly, able only to let the tempestuous kiss sweep over her.

He held her tightly, as if trying to crush her into his very soul.

His breathing was ragged, filled with an ineffable desire.

"I’m hungry."

His low voice held an irresistible charm.

She pushed him away, trying to keep some distance. "If you’re hungry, then go eat."

"Eating you is the same thing."

He gripped the back of her head and kissed her again, this time with a domineering, lingering passion.

Natalie Morgan was repulsed by his forceful and domineering behavior.

She decisively raised her leg and kicked upward, striking him squarely in the groin.

The man’s expression immediately contorted in pain, and he let out an agonized groan. "Natalie Morgan, are you trying to cripple me? Is that what it’ll take for you to be satisfied?"

The woman pursed her lips, a hint of wariness on her face. She carefully straightened her clothes, her tone tinged with exasperation. "I already told you, it’s... that time of the month for me. It’s inconvenient, but you insisted on forcing yourself on me."

"I was just kissing you, and you call that forcing myself on you?" He was in so much pain his brow was deeply furrowed.

His kisses were deep and lingering, and she wasn’t naive about what would come next. "You... your... I could feel it. Right now, it’s really not a good time."

She knew in her heart that she couldn’t avoid physical intimacy with Theodore Grant forever.

Her body had an instinctive revulsion toward him; that was an undeniable fact.

She rushed out of the rest room and called for Weller Kendall. "Your Mr. Grant is injured. You should take him to the hospital." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Weller Kendall: ...

He looked with astonishment at the woman before him, her hair slightly disheveled, his own expression complex and unreadable.

It was as if he understood.

It took a long while for Theodore Grant to recover and calm down.

Weller Kendall started to feel a bit sorry for his boss. He advised softly, "Mr. Grant, maybe you should stop trying to use force. From what I can see, your wife isn’t the type to show mercy. If you get seriously injured, it won’t be easy to treat."

He had a fever and had nearly been crippled; his mood was indescribably foul.

He lifted his foot and kicked over the trash can beside the bed.

"Next time, I’ll tie her hands and feet. Let’s see how tough she can be then."

Weller Kendall’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Just look at her! When she’s with other people, she’s all smiles and laughter, but the moment she sees me, she looks like she wants to eat me alive. Tell me, has that pretty boy got her so smitten that she’s forgotten her own name?"

"Pretty boy?"

Weller Kendall scratched his head.

’He couldn’t be talking about that kid with the surname Xu, could he?’

"Mr. Grant, you couldn’t be talking about that young man with the surname Xu, could you?"

"Who else could it be?" Mr. Grant snorted coldly.

"Mr. Grant, no matter how you look at it, your wife wouldn’t go for a wet-behind-the-ears kid." Weller Kendall gave a dry laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "You need to have a little more confidence in yourself. Your wife... she should still know her limits."

Theodore Grant had no confidence in himself, nor did he believe Natalie Morgan had any limits.

He was like a piece of rotting flesh. The only reason she could even bear to look at him now was because he had saved her son.

Legally, their relationship had no binding force whatsoever.

If she wanted to cheat on him, she could do it in a heartbeat.

He knew this all too well.

Between the two of them lay a bottomless chasm.

Like an endless night, it devoured all hope of crossing.

So what if they lived under the same roof?

So what if they shared the same bed?

Even if he gave in to her, coaxed her, and set aside all his temper, what would be the result?

Things that are lost can never be the same again, even if you find them.

They had long since been washed away by the torrent of time, rendered unrecognizable.

Besides, his past with Natalie Morgan was anything but beautiful.

No.

Once, she had been so beautiful, like the morning sun, warm and dazzling.

It was he who had personally torn that beauty to shreds, plunging her into endless pain and despair.

He had even, nearly, driven her to her death.

Perhaps the fate between him and Natalie Morgan was destined to be this shallow from the very beginning.

"I never should have brought her back to Riverden."

Theodore Grant’s voice was low, laced with a hint of regret.

"Mr. Grant, don’t be so pessimistic. A person’s heart doesn’t grow cold in an instant, nor can it be warmed up in a flash. Don’t be impatient. Women are generally soft-hearted. If you take it slow, there’s always a chance for things to turn around."

Theodore Grant gently rubbed his furrowed brow, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

If she loved him, of course she would be soft-hearted.

But she no longer loved him. Where would that soft-heartedness come from?

He shook his head, an inexplicable sorrow welling up in his heart.

’Perhaps only when they no longer have anything to do with each other can she slowly forget her hatred and find peace with herself.’

At this thought, he suddenly felt a sense of release.

So what if he was reluctant to let go?

So what if he wanted to make it up to her?

It was all just futile.

Just a one-sided joke in her eyes.

His so-called attempts to make amends were nothing but superfluous gestures.

The man’s face was once again covered in frost. His ink-black eyes, like stars hidden in the night sky, flickered with a dim light.

He stood up and walked out of the rest room without hesitation.

The woman, who had been standing outside without coming closer, moved her lips as if she wanted to say something. "You..."