Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

As she spoke, Celeste Grant moved the Mysterious Ancient Mirror in her hand back a little and tapped it lightly. "See this? It’s this Ancient Mirror. Wait, you still might not have a clear view. Let me change the angle for you."

With a wave of her hand, a Water Mirror materialized behind her. It clearly reflected the image of Celeste Grant holding the Ancient Mirror and speaking to him.

Seeing this, Javier Sinclair said, "This Ancient Mirror appeared beside me while I was meditating in a Secret Realm. I never thought it would have these functions on top of its strong defensive power." He sounded pleased. "This way, we can see each other often. Excellent! I guess this Ancient Mirror is somewhat useful after all."

’Somewhat useful?’ Hearing this, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh. "The way you say that, your Mysterious Ancient Mirror is probably going to cry itself to sleep."

Hearing her, he murmured, "Mysterious Ancient Mirror." Javier Sinclair nodded slightly. "Yes, I think that’s what it’s called. When the Mirror Spirit of the Ancient Mirror appeared, it said its name was the Mysterious Ancient Mirror and acknowledged me as its master. Then it fell into a deep slumber."

’Acknowledged him as its master? No, no, that was his Divine Artifact to begin with. His Companion Divine Artifact, at that.’

Celeste Grant smiled faintly and said, "Have you ever considered the possibility that this Mysterious Ancient Mirror was your Divine Artifact all along?"

Of course, Javier Sinclair didn’t believe her.

He said, "That’s not important. In any case, it’s yours now." He remembered that she had been watching earlier when he was dealing with those two Holy Land Elders, especially when his subordinates were praising him to the high heavens. Thinking about it, an unavoidable flush of embarrassment crept onto Javier Sinclair’s face.

With this in mind, he asked, "My dear, you saw all of that just now?"

Celeste Grant smiled faintly. "What are you referring to, husband? All I saw when I activated the Ancient Mirror were two Cultivators in white robes, swinging from a flagpole until they turned into skeletons."

She had seen all sorts of things in the Cultivation World. Two Cultivators being hung up until they became skeletons was a minor spectacle, nothing out of the ordinary.

Celeste Grant didn’t think Javier Sinclair’s actions were heinous in the slightest. The Cultivation World was a place where the weak were prey for the strong. If he didn’t hang them, they would have hung him.

Javier Sinclair was the type who hated trouble above all else; he couldn’t be bothered to provoke others unless absolutely necessary. So, those people had brought their deaths upon themselves. They had no one else to blame.

"Celeste, do you find my methods cruel?"

Celeste Grant rolled her eyes at him. "What are you talking about! It’s not like I’ve only known you for a day. Why would I think you’re cruel? This is the law of survival in the Cultivation World. They came to attack you on your own turf; fighting back is perfectly justified. You can’t just stand there and take a beating. The thought of that is too horrifying to even picture. Besides, would you ever kill someone without a good reason?"

He shook his head slightly. "Of course not. I don’t have that much free time."

Celeste Grant spread her hands. "See? So they were just asking to die. Who can they blame?"

Javier Sinclair’s heart swelled with happiness. He looked at Celeste Grant and said, "You’re right, my dear. I suppose that makes us a match made in heaven."

Celeste Grant said, "That’s right. We’re the villainous power couple. Mwahahaha."

Seeing her playful teasing, Javier Sinclair couldn’t help but chuckle.

"My dear, I really want to hug you."

Hearing this, Celeste Grant rubbed her arms. "Whoa! The Archfiend is whispering sweet nothings. Has hell frozen over, or is this a sign of the apocalypse? I’m getting goosebumps all over."

Javier Sinclair blushed.

"Celeste Grant."

’He used her full name.’

"Hahaha, alright! My dear husband misses me and wants to hug me. As it happens, I really want to hug you, too!"

His cheeks flushed faintly.

’This woman.’

Suddenly, Celeste Grant’s tone shifted. She gave him a mischievous look, leaned closer to the Ancient Mirror, and whispered, "Archfiend, I have something to tell you."

Javier Sinclair raised an eyebrow. Her sly expression piqued his curiosity. He glanced at her and asked, "What is it you want to tell me? Go on, I’m listening."

Celeste Grant just smiled faintly.

But she didn’t say anything, only continuing to smile.

This only made Javier Sinclair more curious.

He spoke.

"Come on, spit it out. You’re being so mysterious." He paused, then his expression turned serious as he added, "As long as it’s not about that dead ex-husband of yours coming back, I can handle it."

Celeste Grant’s lips twitched.

’Just how hung up are you on this so-called "ex-husband"?’

’The thing is... that ex-husband is also him.’

"Husband, listen, I was about to tell you. But after what you just said, I suddenly don’t feel like it anymore," Celeste Grant said, deliberately drawing out her words.

His face fell.

He muttered through gritted teeth.

"Don’t tell me your ex-husband really came back from the dead?"

The moment he spoke, Celeste Grant had to stifle a laugh.

She shook her head slightly. "What are you talking about? You already came back from the dead once. How could it happen a second time?"

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good, as long as it’s not that."

’Otherwise, I was already preparing for a fight.’

’It didn’t matter if it was her ex-husband or someone else. Celeste and our son were his, and no one could take them from him.’

Under his searching gaze, Celeste Grant finally told him the good news that she was pregnant.

She pointed to her lower abdomen, then smiled and said, "I have some good news for you." She placed a hand on her stomach, and meeting his puzzled gaze, she announced, "Congratulations, Archfiend. You’re going to be a father."

The moment she said it, Javier Sinclair froze, looking as if he hadn’t processed her words. Her voice echoed in his ears. ’Congratulations, Archfiend. You’re going to be a father.’

’Who’s going to be a father?’

’No, wait... *I’m* going to be a father.’

Javier Sinclair’s pupils trembled, his eyes widening in shock.

His slender form shot up from his seat. "You... I’m going to be a father? Me?" He pointed to himself, his words stumbling. "Are you serious?"

Javier Sinclair’s gaze shifted from her face down to her stomach, his expression tense. It felt as if his heart had stopped beating. "Mine?"

’Look at that dopey expression.’

Celeste Grant rolled her eyes at him.

"If it’s not yours, is it my ex-husband’s?"

She couldn’t help but laugh as she said it, but then she confirmed it for him. "Husband, I’m pregnant. It’s been a little over a month, by my count."

He rubbed his hands together in excitement.

"Yes, I heard you."

She smiled and said, "So? Are you surprised? Was it unexpected? Are you excited?"

The moment she spoke, Javier Sinclair nodded emphatically.

"I’m surprised and so happy. I’m absolutely floored."

At this moment, he desperately wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms, but he couldn’t. All he could do was be worked up with excitement on his own.

He called out to her.

"My dear."

"My dear."

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"Yes, I’m here, Archfiend."

He scratched his head.

"This feels so unreal, like I’m in a dream."

"Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? Is there any discomfort now that you’re pregnant? Right, what do pregnant women need to eat? I’ll go gather whatever you need and bring it to you."