Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

"Celeste."

Javier Sinclair held her tight.

"No one is ever going to take you from me."

Celeste Grant smiled and nodded.

"I know. I’ll always be with you."

The moment the words left her mouth, his lips captured hers. With a swift turn, he pressed her down onto the bed.

His kisses trailed down to her neck, and Celeste’s breathing grew ragged as she arched her head back slightly...

After the kiss.

He propped himself up over her, lifting his eyes slightly to gaze at her.

"My lady, you’re incredibly beautiful when you blush."

He felt like he couldn’t look away, wanting to stare at her forever. ’This woman was always teasing me before. I’ve finally gotten my own back.’

’Tsk, tsk. A man’s damnable competitive streak.’

However, Celeste Grant smiled faintly. Her hand slid up to his chest, caressing it a few times before her fingers slipped inside his robes.

"Archfiend, your body is amazing. It feels so good to the touch."

’If this were a TV show, you’d definitely need a premium subscription to see this. But now, I don’t just get to look—I get to touch.’

Her hand moved lower.

"These abs..."

A deep, restrained sound came from the man beside her ear.

He was breathing heavily.

Seeing Javier Sinclair’s face flush and the tips of his ears turn even redder, Celeste Grant leaned in and blew a soft breath against his ear. "What’s wrong? Why is your face so red? Are you hot, my dear husband? Your face is burning up." She deliberately pressed her cheek against his. "You don’t have a fever, do you?"

Celeste Grant laughed to herself.

’That’s what you get for teasing me.’

’Now I’m the one teasing you.’

Javier Sinclair’s gaze fell on her face. He grabbed her hand, a fire she had ignited burning in his eyes.

Seeing her smug smile, Javier Sinclair moved closer and said in a low voice, "My lady, your husband does have a fever. I’m truly sick, and only you can cure me."

As he spoke, he pinned her hand to the pillow beside her head and leaned down to kiss her.

With a wave of his hand,

the bed curtains fell, veiling the room in intimacy.

Their voices could still be heard from behind the curtains.

"Celeste... you’re so beautiful."

"You always say that at times like this..."

"Celeste, you’re mine."

"Mm, and you’re mine too."

"My lady..."

The next afternoon, Celeste Grant emerged from the bedchamber, leaning against the doorframe for support. Gazing at the setting sun, she couldn’t help but mutter, "I need to be celibate for a month... no, two months."

’That dog of a man, Javier Sinclair, must have been secretly binging those short web dramas. He even knows how to sweet-talk me now.’

Speaking of which, Javier Sinclair’s birthday was coming up.

The gift itself wasn’t as important as the thought behind it.

Celeste Grant started preparing in advance. He had recently acquired a lot of good materials for Artifact Refining. It was the perfect opportunity to learn from an elder and forge a gift for Javier Sinclair.

For the next half-month, Celeste Grant studied Artifact Refining with an elder from the Hall of Forging.

She wasn’t cut out for Artifact Refining, and she failed one attempt after another. Finally, just as Javier Sinclair’s birthday arrived, she managed to forge a simple hairpin.

She carefully carved runes into it, weaving her name and his into the design. When placed under the starry sky at night, their names would appear if one infused it with Cultivation.

"It doesn’t look half bad."

She chuckled softly and, satisfied, found a gift box to put it in.

On the day of Javier Sinclair’s birthday, the entire Bloodfiend Den was bustling with excitement.

On top of that, since the web drama project had turned a profit, Celeste Grant directly distributed several million Spirit Stones’ worth of Cultivation Resources. She wanted all the disciples of the Bloodfiend Den to join in the festivities.

Furthermore, all businesses under the Bloodfiend Den’s banner, as well as all products sold during their live-streaming sales, were offered at a discount.

In the evening, Elder Lawson and the others prepared a banquet for everyone to celebrate together.

"Happy birthday to The Exalted One!"

"Happy birthday, Exalted One!"

"We wish The Exalted One a happy birthday!"

He raised his wine cup, gesturing to the crowd.

"Let us all celebrate tonight."

"Thank you, Exalted One."

Starting with Elder Lawson, people presented their gifts one after another. It was just like Celeste Grant’s birthday—the gifts were endless. Back then, Nerida had helped collect them, just as she was doing today.

Even Aaron Sinclair had personally prepared a gift for his dear father and sang him the birthday song.

Everyone who was going to give a gift had done so.

Javier Sinclair waited and waited.

But he didn’t see his wife give him anything.

’How unfair.’

’Does my wife not love me anymore?’

’Or did she forget? Is that why she didn’t prepare anything?’

’No, no, she must not have known it was my birthday... right, it’s perfectly normal for my wife not to know my birthday.’ He had already made an excuse for her and managed to placate himself.

After the banquet ended that night, Javier Sinclair decided to go find his wife and collect his gift. If there was no gift, then she could just wrap herself up and present herself to him.

Just as he was pressing her into his arms for a kiss, he felt something cool against his cheek.

He paused and glanced to the side.

A straight hairpin was resting gently against his face. Its style was simple and unadorned, but the runes on it shimmered with a flowing light. He liked it at first glance—though, of course, the main reason was that she was the one giving it to him.

"What’s this?"

Someone was playing dumb, feigning indifference.

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"Your gift."

Javier Sinclair’s heart instantly soared.

He was bursting with joy.

But he kept his expression calm.

"So you do have a conscience after all."

He said, taking the hairpin from her hand.

’People say that a hairpin is a token of love. For my lady to give me a hairpin, she must truly love me. Heh, this woman really can’t live without me.’

Celeste Grant laughed in his arms.

"Happy birthday, Archfiend."

Javier Sinclair smiled.

"I love it."

Celeste Grant chuckled. "Happy now? I saw you waiting all night. Did you think I forgot?"

Javier Sinclair blushed, refusing to admit it. He said with a straight face, "Nonsense. When was I ever waiting all night?"

Celeste Grant took his hand.

"I wouldn’t forget. I always remembered."

Javier Sinclair hugged her.

"My lady, it’s so good to have you."

’Where was the fearsome Archfiend with the terrible reputation? This was just a big, pure-hearted puppy.’

Celeste Grant tapped the hairpin in his hand. The next moment, a blue light emerged, and their names appeared among the stars in the night sky.

Javier Sinclair gently caressed the hairpin in his hand, and the blue light vanished.

’My lady really does love me.’

He pulled out his Dragon Pattern Hairpin, tossed it aside, and replaced it with the new one. "My lady, take a look. How is it? Does it suit me?"

Celeste Grant gave him a thumbs-up.

"Perfect. It suits you so well."

"Your husband likes it very much."

「The next morning.」

Javier Sinclair, wearing the hairpin Celeste Grant had forged for him, casually appeared before a group of disciples.

Some of the disciples were baffled, but others understood the moment they saw The Exalted One touching the hairpin.

Jade said, "Exalted One, is that a gift from the madam? She’s so good to you. You can tell she put a lot of thought into it."

When he saw Nerida, Javier Sinclair walked past her and cleared his throat softly.

"Nerida, good morning."

Nerida looked at him as if she’d seen a ghost.

’Did our Exalted One get his head caught in a door today?’

She sized him up, and the corner of her mouth twitched when her gaze swept over his head. Still, she played along and commented.

"Exalted One, your hairpin is very different today."

Javier Sinclair lifted his eyes slightly and said nonchalantly, "Mm. The madam gave it to me."

With that, he sauntered away.

Nerida: "..."

’Exalted One, your pathetic little gloating... I don’t even know what to say.’