He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 110: I Really Missed You Today

Natalie Morgan’s compliance left him exceptionally satisfied.

He held her down, taking her three or four times, unable to pull himself away.

When it was over,

he didn’t leave her to go shower as he usually did.

Instead, he held her, peppering her with kisses for a long time before finally letting her go.

「From this day on.」

The smile that had long vanished from Natalie Morgan’s face returned.

It wasn’t the same joyful smile as before, but at least in Theodore Grant’s eyes, her change was significant. She no longer mentioned divorce and wasn’t fighting with him anymore.

The pearl earrings were back on Natalie Morgan’s earlobes.

Theodore Grant felt relieved and stopped being so strict with her.

She had a relative amount of freedom.

Taking advantage of a trip out, she arranged to meet Serena Sutton and Felix Finch at a quiet private club.

"Let’s stick to the plan we discussed," she said softly but firmly. "Felix, I’m so sorry for causing you so much trouble."

A complex emotion flashed in Felix Finch’s eyes. "Don’t say that. No one wanted it to come to this. It’s all Theodore’s fault..."

Serena Sutton gripped Natalie Morgan’s hand, her own palm sweating with agitation. "His engagement ceremony is the day after tomorrow. Can you do it? Can you really do it?"

"Yes." This was her last chance.

Only if she ’died’.

Only if she disappeared from his world would she be truly free.

"I’ve already gotten the house in Fenchest ready." Serena Sutton was fully prepared. "Natalie, I’m looking forward to your new life."

"The reporters, the ambulance, and every other possible detail—I’ve prepared everything flawlessly." Felix Finch was also looking forward to Natalie Morgan finding herself again. "I’m sure everything will go smoothly."

"Thank you, Claire. Thank you, Felix."

Natalie Morgan was looking forward to it too.

Looking forward to the day she would be reborn from the ashes.

...

On the large screen in the plaza, ads for Theodore Grant and Wanda Lynch’s upcoming engagement ceremony were playing on a loop.

The woman in the taxi gazed at the dreamlike venue and let out a soft, sad sigh for herself.

’I stole Wanda Lynch’s happiness. It’s time to give it back. I don’t want it anymore.’

Back at the Grant residence.

She changed into her slippers and went upstairs, planning to take a nap.

She pushed open the bedroom door, only to be caught off guard by an overwhelming storm of kisses.

The man held the back of her head, pushing her down onto the large bed and nuzzling against her.

He gave her no chance to escape, as if he wanted to merge her into his very being.

"Where have you been?" he panted, their noses touching.

She blinked her misty eyes. "I met up with Claire and we chatted for a bit."

"I... missed you a lot today."

Today, Theodore Grant had been restless at Grant Group, constantly thinking of calling her. He’d keyed in her number only to delete it, then keyed it in again.

Unable to bear it any longer, he had come home early.

His arms circled her tightly as he kissed her forehead. "What about you?"

"I... I’m a little hungry."

"I’ll go see if the butler has dinner ready." He pecked her on the lips and got up. "It’ll be ready soon."

She smiled and nodded, her expression like a spring breeze rippling across a lake.

But after the door closed, the fake smile on her face vanished like a faded painting.

’He missed me? How hilarious.’

’Did I miss him?’

’Of course not.’

’I wished I would never have to see him again.’

Theodore Grant entered the kitchen, his steps composed and elegant.

The butler hurried after him. "Sir, it’s not time for dinner yet. Are you hungry?"

"Natalie’s hungry. Is there anything ready?" The rare, kind smile on his face left the butler stunned. "Tell you what, I’ll make a bowl of noodles for my wife."

"I’ll do it." He looked at the butler and instructed, "Make it shredded chicken noodles with sesame oil. Get the ingredients ready for me."

"Yes, Sir."

With the butler’s help, a bowl of shredded chicken noodles with sesame oil was quickly ready.

"Mr. Wallace, go call Natalie down. Tell her it’s ready," Theodore Grant instructed softly, his gaze gentle and full of anticipation.

"Yes, Sir. I’ll go get Madam right away."

The butler had only taken a few steps up the stairs when he saw Natalie Morgan coming down.

"Madam, the noodles are ready. The master made them for you himself," the butler reported softly.

"Mm."

She glanced over.

Theodore Grant was walking out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of steaming hot noodles.

The noodles gave off an enticing aroma, making even the air feel warmer.

Perhaps because the bowl was too hot, when Theodore Grant set the noodles down, he gently pinched his earlobe, a gesture that looked surprisingly comical and cute.

’Cute?’

’How could a word like that ever be associated with him?’

"Dinner isn’t ready yet. Have some noodles first to tide you over." He waved her over, his smile full of affection and tenderness.

Natalie Morgan returned his smile and walked over quickly. "Actually, it’s okay, I could have waited."

"If you’re hungry, you should eat. Why wait?" He picked up a pair of chopsticks and handed them to her. "Eat while it’s hot."

Natalie Morgan nodded, obediently sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and gently lifted some noodles.

She blew on them to cool them down a bit, then held them to Theodore Grant’s lips. "You try some, too. See how it tastes."

He gazed at her with emotion, his eyes full of tenderness. He obediently lowered his head, took a bite of the noodles, savored it, then nodded. "Mm, it’s delicious. My cooking isn’t half bad."

Natalie Morgan took a bite, her eyes curving into a smile as she gave Theodore Grant a thumbs-up.

’She eats with her head lowered, chewing slowly and quietly. No sound. Only a girl with a proper upbringing could eat noodles so elegantly.’

’Wanda Lynch, on the other hand, lacks such refinement.’

’She loves going to high-end restaurants but never displays the proper manners or etiquette.’

He was increasingly convinced that Wanda Lynch wasn’t the girl he had fallen for at first sight.

"Um..." He rubbed his nose, saying awkwardly, "...the day after tomorrow, Wanda Lynch and I..."

"Is this about your engagement?" She put down her chopsticks and listened to him intently.

Theodore Grant was suddenly struck by a feeling of guilt toward Natalie Morgan.

He even started to stammer. "Actually, this whole thing... it’s not as simple as you think. It’s..."

"I don’t mind." She offered him a gentle smile.

He liked how understanding she was.

But those three words felt like they were covered in thorns, pricking him and making him deeply uncomfortable.

"Mm."

He didn’t say anything more.

He went to the living room, lit a cigarette, and started smoking.

Natalie Morgan raised an eyebrow slightly.

’Why did he even bother explaining to me?’

The noodles were delicious.

But one bowl of noodles wasn’t enough to thaw her frozen heart.

「On the day of the engagement.」

Theodore Grant woke up bright and early.

Before getting out of bed, he pinned Natalie Morgan down and took her one more time. "Don’t look at the news today. Don’t go online. Be good. I’ll be back tonight, okay?"

"Mm," she answered softly.

As she dozed in a half-awake state, he kissed her on the forehead. "Wait for me to come back."