He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 163: My Husband Was Hidden By Her

Natalie Morgan had no idea how long the man had been in the shower.

Her eyelids had grown heavy without her realizing it, and she’d actually dozed off for a bit.

The sound of the water, both familiar and strange, finally stopped, replaced by the rustle of clothes being put on.

Only then did she rub her eyes and look toward the bathroom door.

The bathroom light switched off.

And then the door opened...

The tall man had changed into a clean set of work clothes.

The hair that had been hanging in front of his face was now swept back, revealing his true features.

Natalie Morgan’s pupils contracted. An indescribable shock shot through her like an electric current, leaving her frozen in place.

Her gaze, fixed on the man, was filled with disbelief and profound confusion.

He looked so familiar it made her eyes begin to sting.

This wasn’t just someone who looked like Theodore Grant—this was clearly Theodore Grant himself.

Slowly, she walked up to the man and reached out to lift his shirt. She wanted to check if the wound from when she’d stabbed him was still there.

If it was, that would be even more proof that this person was Theodore Grant.

Just as her hand was about to touch the hem of his shirt, the man instinctively took two steps back, his eyes filled with terror.

He didn’t speak, but he was clearly terrified.

Natalie Morgan immediately stopped and took two steps back herself. "Don’t be afraid. I won’t touch you."

She motioned for him to come and sit down. "Let me take care of the cuts on your hand first, okay?"

She coaxed him as if he were a child.

He looked at her as if she were a complete stranger.

But he still obediently sat down.

Looking at the man’s open palm, she saw it was covered in a dense layer of calluses and blisters, the skin broken by thorns.

The young master whose hands had never touched menial work had actually been reduced to such a state.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t moved.

She carefully disinfected his hand with alcohol, then wrapped it in gauze.

"With so many blisters on your hand, doesn’t it hurt when you work?" She lifted her gaze to the man’s face.

He shook his head like an oblivious child.

Who would have thought that the man who once held Riverden in the palm of his hand, a man who could command the wind and rain, would suddenly become a simpleton?

「For a moment.」

Natalie Morgan’s heart was a tangle of complicated emotions.

The rain was still falling outside, the drops driven by the cool autumn wind, beating relentlessly against the windowpane.

Natalie Morgan made him a bowl of noodles.

He ate quickly, wolfing down the food as if he hadn’t had a full meal in days.

Seeing the empty bowl, she asked him, "Do you want more?"

He didn’t look up at her, just nodded eagerly.

So she served him another bowl.

After he’d eaten his fill, she thought, ’Should I take him back?’

The man straightened his clothes, found an empty spot on the floor, and simply lay down and fell asleep.

"The floor is cold."

She went to her room, found a blanket and a comforter for him, and made a bed on the floor.

As she watched him drift off to sleep,

she wondered whether she should tell Weller Kendall.

’But...’

’Even if Theodore Grant returned to Riverden, what good would it do?’

’As a simpleton, he can’t do anything. He’d just become a laughingstock.’

’If he really spends the rest of his life like this—oblivious, without the burdens of love and hate, without worldly desires, without all the scheming and backstabbing...’

’...just living a simple life in some corner of the world...’

’...wouldn’t that be a good thing?’

The next morning, Natalie Morgan woke Momo up and took him to wash his face and brush his teeth.

As they passed through the living room,

Momo spotted the man, who was already awake. He was curled up beside the sofa with his head buried in his knees.

"Mommy, is that the uncle from last night?"

"Yes, he is."

"Why is the uncle sitting on the floor?" the little one asked, blinking his big, innocent eyes.

Natalie Morgan replied, "Maybe he’s just used to sitting on the floor. Be a good boy and go wash your face and brush your teeth now."

"Oh."

While Momo was washing up,

Natalie Morgan put breakfast on the table.

She glanced at the man, who was sitting motionless on the floor, and walked over to him softly.

She gently reminded him, "Time for breakfast."

Only then did the man lift his face from his knees.

Just then, the little one came out of the bathroom.

Seeing the man’s face, he also froze for a moment. "Uncle? Isn’t that Mr. Grant? Mommy, isn’t Mr. Grant dead? He..."

"He..." Natalie Morgan didn’t know how to explain. "...He just looks like him."

The little one shook his head in disagreement. "He is Mr. Grant. I recognize Mr. Grant."

Momo walked up to the man and took his large hand. "Mr. Grant, you’re not dead? That’s great! As long as you’re here, the other kids won’t bully me anymore."

Natalie Morgan was speechless.

’Have other kids been bullying her son?’

’He’s never mentioned it before.’

"Mr. Grant, let’s have breakfast together."

The man didn’t seem to mind the child, letting him lead him by the hand to the dining table.

"Mr. Grant, I’ll peel an egg for you. Momo is really good at it now." Although the little one’s peeling job was a bit messy, he was clearly enjoying himself. "Here, for you."

The man glanced at the little boy.

Then he lowered his gaze to the egg in the small hand and leaned down to take a bite.

Momo blinked.

He looked a little bewildered.

"Mommy, why did Mr. Grant bite the egg while it’s still in my hand? What’s wrong with him?"

"He..."

"Is Mr. Grant sick?" A look of sympathy appeared in the little one’s eyes. He took the man’s large hand and rubbed it against his own small cheek. "It’s okay, Mr. Grant. I’ll take care of you."

Natalie Morgan couldn’t put a name to the feeling in her heart.

She only felt a dampness spreading through her heart.

KNOCK, KNOCK.

There was a knock at the door.

Natalie Morgan’s heart jolted. She quickly put down her chopsticks and went to open the door.

Police officers were standing at the door.

"Are you Willow Childs?"

"I am." Natalie Morgan had no idea what was happening.

The fat woman jumped out from behind an officer, clutching her bandaged forehead as she accused her, "Officer, that’s her! She’s the one who pushed me down the stairs! And she’s hidden my husband! You need to go in and search the place right now!"

"Did you push her down the stairs?" an officer asked sternly.

Natalie Morgan decided to just admit it. "She was trying to force her way into my home. Of course I wasn’t going to just let her walk in."

"And what about her husband? Did you hide him?"

"I..."

Seeing Natalie Morgan hesitate, the fat woman pressed, "Officer, why are you wasting time talking to her? My husband is definitely in there. You’ll know as soon as you go look."

The officer said nothing and walked straight into the apartment.

The fat woman had sharp eyes and spotted the man first, crying out, "Officer, look! See? I wasn’t lying! She really did hide my husband!"

Momo looked at the fleshy-faced woman and spread his arms protectively in front of the man. "Officer, this is my Mr. Grant, not her husband! She must have the wrong person."

"What Mr. Grant? You little brat, this is my husband, River! Now get out of the way."

The fat woman shoved Momo aside. The child couldn’t take the force and was sent sprawling.

Natalie Morgan rushed over and helped Momo up from the floor.

She glared at the fat woman. "Why would you push a child? You say he’s your husband? Then show me his ID card. Show me your marriage certificate."

The fat woman was suddenly flustered.

She stammered, neither saying she would get them nor that she didn’t have them. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The officer looked at the fat woman and prompted her, "Then please, present the documents."