Chapter 49
Natalia had thought that Hamilton wouldn’t be returning that day. After all, Eveleen was surely there waiting for his comfort.
Yet, to her surprise, he came back that evening.
“Mr. Fowler, you’re back?” the nanny inquired as Hamilton simply nodded, his expression somber before he posed his own question.
“How is she? Did she have dinner?”
“She did. Ms. Jenkins had a good meal.”
Hamilton nodded once again and pushed open the bedroom door.
Inside, Natalia sat propped up against the bed, engrossed in a novel.
Hearing the door, she looked up, her eyes meeting Hamilton’s.
Without a word, Hamilton strode over and plucked the book from her grasp. “You shouldn’t be reading right now. Take a break from books for a while.”
Natalia was silent for a moment before acquiescing softly, “Okay.”
After a pause, she added, “I’m sorry about earlier today. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
Hamilton glanced at her as he methodically unbuttoned his shirt. “So you also realize you shouldn’t have lost your temper?”
Natalia’s lips quivered, “I just hope that you won’t bring up the matter of baby in front of me anymore. Since whether or not I have a kid is my own business from now on, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t interfere.”
Hamilton’s eyes narrowed suddenly. After a moment, he let out a light chuckle, “Ms. Jenkins, you’re overthinking it. Why would I want to bring it up?”
His initial intention was to offer some comfort. If she wanted a kid, she could marry a man who truly loved her someday, have as many as she wished. No need to fret over this child.
But given her attitude, his comfort was clearly unwarranted.
Natalia didn’t respond after that. Another argument would be imminent if she talked.
After washing up, Hamilton retreated to his study. Soon after, he returned with a document in hand. “Take a look. If there’s no issue, you can sign your name.”
Natalia skimmed the document. It was a deed transfer agreement. A villa, owned by
Hamilton, now was transferred into her name.
Natalia’s grip on the paper tightened ever so slightly.
Hamilton watched her. “What? Not enough for you?” he asked.
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Natalia didn’t look up. She just let out a bitter laugh. “It’s enough.”
More than enough.
A child that was never meant to be in exchange for a villa worth millions. Who could say it
wasn’t?
Hamilton was ruthless and cold–blooded, while he was generous without a doubt.
“Thank you, Mr. Fowler,” Natalia finally looked up and said in smile.
Hamilton scrutinized her smile and still felt off. “Natalia, if you don’t want to smile, then don’t. It’s so unbecoming.”
Her smile froze.
Hamilton observed her, “Get some sleep. I’ll be in the guest room tonight.”
“Alright.” Once Hamilton left, Natalia stared at the agreement for a while before placing it in the drawer. She hadn’t signed it, and she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
The wound from losing her child was too fresh; she couldn’t simply trade that for money. She couldn’t get over that hurdle.
The following morning, the nanny served up a bowl of sweet oatmeal at the breakfast table.
Hamilton raised an eyebrow, “Is that sweet?”
The nanny nodded with a smile, “Ms. Jenkins said she likes it sweet.”
Hamilton raised an eyebrow in surprise as he glanced at Natalia, “You like sweets? Why didn’t
I know?”
Natalia’s spoon hung in the air. She murmured an acknowledgment without looking up.
Hamilton’s lips twitched into a half–smile, “Why you’ve got a sweet tooth just like a kid?”
“I’ve always liked it,” Natalia said, emphasizing the point for some unknown reason.
Hamilton simply nodded, “Alright, now I know.”
Natalia almost retorted that she hadn’t meant to tell him specifically, but the words caught in her throat. To explain now would seem too deliberate.
After breakfast, Hamilton slid a danish across the table to her. “Why didn’t you mention your
sweet tooth before?”
Natalia was silent for a moment. “There’s nothing to say. If someone cares, they’ll notice without being told. If they don’t, it won’t matter what you say.”
She had told Hamilton, of her fondness for sweets before. When they first got together, she used to prepare a few sweet dishes. And Hamilton would ask, “Why the sweets?”
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Back then, she was having hopes for him and replying with expectation, “Because I like
sweets.”
But he would ask again the next time he encountered a sugary dish. Eventually, Natalia stopped preparing them, learning new recipes tailored to Hamilton’s preferences instead.
Now, three years later, he was surprisingly asking again.
Hamilton cast her a look. “If you like something, you should express it. Otherwise, how will anyone know?”
Natalia’s smile was tinged with bitterness.
Those who were cherished had the privilege of expression. Those who were not just weren’t qualified.
She remained silent and focused on her meal.
Hamilton didn’t pursue the conversation. It seemed his remark was just casual banter.
He only said that after the meal, “I’ve covered your position at the office for now. Take a month off to recover, then you can come back.”
Natalia hesitated before speaking, “I want to resign.”
She literally couldn’t bear to go on like this. Even if she couldn’t leave immediately due to their agreement, she at least wanted to distance herself from this man as much as possible. And if she was destined to leave Hamilton, she needed to stand on her own.
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