Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 226: Why Are You Always So Long-Winded?

Chapter 226: Chapter 226: Why Are You Always So Long-Winded?

Julian Grant smiled indulgently and moved aside, "Alright, then lie down."

Josephine Thompson shook her head, "I’m fine sitting."

Julian: "You’ve been taking care of me day and night. Your eyes are dark with exhaustion, it makes me feel so sorry."

Josephine looked at him tenderly, "It’s nothing, it’s my duty to take care of you. You’re so badly hurt, of course I need to take good care of you."

"Is it because you’re worried about your husband?"

"Huh?"

"Haha, just teasing you."

"...At a time like this, you’re still in the mood to joke?"

"Finding joy amidst the pain, what else can I do?"

"I’m going to wash the dishes."

"Don’t go. I just want to look at you." Julian gazed at her with deep affection, unable to look away.

Her appearance... It’s very unique.

She’s the kind that grows on you, the more you look, the prettier she gets. Very soft, very fair, very delicate.

Josephine felt uncomfortable under his gaze, "Stop staring at me like that, it’s making me feel weird."

Julian grinned foolishly, "Is it illegal to look at my own wife?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Why? Haven’t decided to marry me yet?"

"Focus on recovering, stop talking nonsense."

Julian looked disappointed, "Are you planning to back out?"

"First mislead then abandon?"

"Fickle heart?"

"Burn your bridges after crossing?"

"Or... purposely playing with my innocent and passionate heart?"

Josephine rubbed her aching head, "Shut up, stop babbling."

"I’ve been abandoned, can’t I complain a bit? Oh, it hurts so much, it hurts... My heart aches, my head aches, everything hurts."

"Stop pretending."

Julian looked aggrieved, "Sss... Am I pretending? Look at this wound, how big is it?"

"Does it really hurt that much?"

"What do you think?"

"Then what should I do?"

"What do you suggest?"

"..." Josephine was at a loss, looking at him with worry.

Julian whimpered pitifully, "It hurts so bad, it’s killing me. I need comfort, hugs, kisses, love..."

Pfft!

Josephine looked out the window instinctively, "Shut up, stop shouting."

Julian: "Boo hoo... Poor me, I’m almost dying from pain, no one cares, no one listens, no one comforts."

"Just let me die from the pain, and then send me to the crematorium!"

Josephine listened, both angry and amused, "I really can’t with you."

Julian stifled a smirk, "So? Are you going to give me a kiss?"

Josephine’s face flushed.

She glanced at his arm where the wound was still bleeding slightly, ultimately unable to keep her face cold.

She hesitated, took half a step forward, leaned closer to his cheek, and softly kissed it.

"Satisfied now?"

Julian froze for two seconds, then pushed his luck, "Not satisfied, a cheek kiss isn’t as nice as a kiss on the lips. Plus... no hug yet."

"Julian!" Josephine was both shy and angry, reaching out to swat his hand away, only for him to grab her fingertips.

His palm was warm.

With a thin sweat from his injuries, but his grip was steady enough that she couldn’t break free.

"Stop messing around."

"Haha, being with you, the things I hear most often are ’shut up’ and ’stop messing around’. I’ve heard them so much my ears have calluses, is there nothing new?"

Josephine: "Annoying, let go."

"Haha, right, those two as well. You don’t know how to curse, do you? Want me to teach you a few phrases?"

"..." Josephine was speechless, looking at him with an exasperated expression.

She really couldn’t curse.

The harshest words she could muster were probably damn bastard and drop dead!

"Crazy!"

"You’re so cute even when you curse, Josephine, you’re killing me with laughter!" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Shut up!" Josephine tried to push him away but was held tightly in his embrace.

Then, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Back then...

He only ever spoke frivolously, liked joking and being sarcastic.

Never acted.

Now, he’s getting more and more outrageous.

Not only wanting hugs and kisses but always wanting to... ’get up to no good’.

She really couldn’t with him.

"Mm... Stop it..." Josephine was kissed until she was out of breath, her mind in a whirl.

"Alright, I won’t tease you anymore." Julian looked at her embarrassed appearance and couldn’t bear to play any more tricks on her.

He just held her gently, his gaze soft. "Just sit with me for a while, seeing you makes the pain go away."

Josephine struggled a bit but couldn’t free herself, so she sat beside the hospital bed at his will.

Sunlight streamed through the window onto his face, making the smile in his eyes even clearer.

She couldn’t help but smile herself while looking at him.

He’s always liked being playful.

With him around, it’s never dull, never boring.

"The doctor said, the doctor said you need to stay in the hospital for at least two weeks."

"Two weeks? What’s this, a joke? I want to be discharged tomorrow!"

Josephine’s heart tightened, "No, your wound hasn’t healed yet, you must listen to the doctor."

"I really don’t need to, I know my own body best, even moving in tonight wouldn’t be a problem."

"Really can’t with you."

"Alright, alright, I’ll stay in the hospital for two more days and be discharged the day after tomorrow."

"Really can’t."

"No problem, stay too long and everything gets delayed."

Josephine: "... Just focus on recovering, nothing is more important than your health."

Julian: "Haha, having a wife who cares, suddenly feels so blessed."

Josephine’s brows furrowed again, "Don’t talk nonsense."

She had made up her mind...

Just truly love, no marriage.

Marriage to her doesn’t mean security and belonging.

Growing old together isn’t necessarily the most beautiful ending.

Live in the moment, cherish what’s now.

Love thoroughly while loving, and when it’s time to part... bid each other farewell.

Perhaps that’s more meaningful.

...

Audenburg.

Gallagher Royale’s top presidential suite.

Evelyn Thorne would call up Nathaniel Gallagher every day pushing for marriage, constantly wanting to stick with him.

Today.

Nathaniel Gallagher really couldn’t dodge anymore, so he reluctantly went to meet her.

Evelyn Thorne wore a sexy sleep attire, sitting on his lap, leaning around his neck coquettishly, "When exactly are you going to get divorced?"

"Haven’t I told you? Give me some time!"

"I’ve already given you nearly a month, next week it’ll be a full month, exactly when are you going to give me an answer?"

Nathaniel Gallagher frowned slightly, patiently soothing her, "Uh... don’t be so hasty."

Evelyn Thorne pouted, "How can I not be? The baby is six weeks along, I’m going to start showing soon!"

"I don’t care, I’m telling my parents tomorrow that I’m pregnant. I want to marry you."

Nathaniel Gallagher frowned at this, "No."

"Why not?" Evelyn’s voice rose instantly, her fingertips tightly clutching Nathaniel’s collar, the playfulness in her eyes turning into urgency.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, don’t think you can play me! You promised you’d take responsibility. Now that I’m pregnant with your child, you don’t even have the courage to make it public?"

Nathaniel grunted as she clenched him, reaching out to pry her hands away, his voice deepened, "Now is not the time, Eleanor is still in the hospital. There’s a mess at home that needs sorting; if you speak out now, it’ll only cause trouble."

"Cause trouble?" Evelyn sneered coldly.

She jumped off his lap, hands on hips, taking two steps back, "I think you just don’t want a divorce! Are you still pining over Josephine Thompson?"

"You must be reluctant to leave Josephine, otherwise, why haven’t you divorced your current wife?"

"I can’t understand why your taste is so poor. Or is there something Eleanor has over you?"

"She’s old, ugly, disabled, and sickly. If you threw her on the street for free, no man would want her."

"I just can’t understand why you have to marry her."

"..." Nathaniel’s face darkened, a cold light flickering in his eyes.

He would not allow anyone to insult Eleanor.

Their relationship.

Could not be rivaled by any other woman.

Other women were like passing scenery, easily replaced!

But Eleanor was one of a kind.

Even Josephine couldn’t come before Eleanor.

As for Evelyn...

She wasn’t even qualified to play with him.

"Say something! Why on earth would you insist on an old, ugly woman?"

"Slap!" A sharp sound broke the air.

Nathaniel, having reached his limit, raised his hand and slapped her.

"Shut up, I won’t let you insult my wife."

Evelyn was stunned by the slap, staggering back two steps, staring at him in shock.

"You... you actually hit me?"

Covering her stinging cheek, her eyes instantly filled with tears mixed with shock and venom, "Nathaniel Gallagher, you actually hit me? For that sickly woman?"

She suddenly grabbed the crystal ashtray from the coffee table, hurling it to the ground, shattering it into pieces, "I’m pregnant with your baby! And you hit me for another woman!"

"You’re a man who’s been married twice, I’m willing to marry you, and this is how you treat me?"

Nathaniel’s face was pale, his anger receding.

Immediately, he suppressed the coldness in his eyes, softening his tone, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hit you, I was too impulsive."

He finished speaking.

Approaching to embrace her.

After all!

She still had her use.

He had to placate her, keep her steady for the time being.

"I’ve been in a bad mood lately, I shouldn’t have lashed out at you. It was impulsive of me, forgive me!"

"Impulsive?" Evelyn cried as she backed away, "You clearly have only that old woman in your heart! The baby and I mean nothing to you!"

"That’s not it." Nathaniel stepped forward, reaching to touch her cheek, but she dodged him swiftly.

He halted in place, his voice lowering slightly, carrying a hint of compromise, "Eleanor means something different to me. You shouldn’t speak of her like that. As for you and the baby, I’ve never said I wouldn’t be responsible."

"And besides, Eleanor is very sick, she might not... have much time left."

"Why should I abandon her at a time like this? Why should I bear the reputation of being cruel and heartless?"

Evelyn, still fuming, "Stop lying to me, I won’t believe a word you say."

Nathaniel’s brows knitted together as he gently held her, "Whether you believe it or not, I only want to say, I’m not lying to you."

"You said it yourself, she’s old and ugly. Why would I choose her over someone as young and beautiful as you?"

"Just be patient, after the baby is born, we’ll send it abroad to be raised. And, of course, I’ll arrange everything for you both."

"Once... once Eleanor..." Nathaniel choked on his words, unable to finish.

Thinking about Eleanor possibly dying.

It still felt like a knife to the heart.

After all these years.

She had become his emotional dependence.

No one understood him better than she did.

No one loved him more than she did.

If possible.

He really wished to keep Eleanor, and love her all his life.

Evelyn, teary-eyed, "Is what you’re saying true? Don’t lie to me anymore!"

"How could it be?" Nathaniel forced a doting smile, then walked over to the liquor cabinet.

As usual.

He opened a bottle of whiskey, pouring two glasses.

Every time before going to bed.

He would pour her a glass of whiskey.

And in the drink, he mixed in some drugs.

After drinking it, she would get dizzy.

That’s how Jay Axton managed to sleep with her so many times without her noticing.

"Come, have a drink."

Evelyn looked at him in surprise, "I’m pregnant, and you want me to drink?"

"..." Nathaniel was momentarily stunned, then smiled apologetically.

"I’m sorry, I was just careless."

"Then... have some juice!"

Nathaniel quickly put away the glasses.

Turning to take fresh-squeezed orange juice from the fridge, he poured a glass and handed it over, his voice deliberately gentle, "I was confused, forgot you’re carrying a child. Drink this, it’s freshly squeezed, no additives."

Evelyn stared at the juice, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

Every time before going to bed.

Why did he always want her to drink something?

Couldn’t they go to bed without it?

"...I don’t want to drink, it makes me nauseous."

"Then what do you want to drink?"

"Must I drink something? Can’t I not drink?"

"Hehe, I’m just worried you might be thirsty."

"I’m not thirsty." Evelyn gasped, then lunged to hook her arms around his neck.

And then.

Jumped onto him, legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

Nathaniel felt a surge of disgust, but couldn’t show it, "Ugh~, be good, come down first."

Evelyn began to nibble on his neck and jaw, "Are you going to shower again?"

"I like your sweat, I don’t want you to shower."

Nathaniel was at a loss, "Be a good girl, you’re pregnant now, you can’t do it so frequently."

Evelyn not only didn’t relent but clung to him even tighter.

Her warm breath on his neck was deliberately coquettish, "I don’t care, I want you with me now. Do you find me troublesome because I’m pregnant?"

Nathaniel swallowed, suppressing his discomfort, lifting a hand to support her waist, his voice even softer, "How could I find you troublesome? You’re carrying my child, I’m too eager to pamper you."

He gently pried her arms off, attempting to create some distance, "But the doctor said to rest quietly for the first three months, not too intense, what if the baby gets hurt?"

"It’s fine!" Evelyn blurted out, then quickly covered her mouth, eyes flustered, trying to salvage, "I... I mean, I’ll be careful, won’t hurt him. Nathaniel, I really miss you..."

As she spoke, her fingers began to slide under his shirt.

Nathaniel’s body stiffened; he quickly grabbed her wrist, a flash of severity in his eyes, which he swiftly concealed.

He knew he couldn’t forcefully push her away, otherwise, she’d grow suspicious.

He could only shift her weight slightly towards the sofa, back against the armrest to steady himself, speaking in a coaxing tone, "Be good. After your first trimester, I’ll be with you every day, alright? Right now, you need to rest for the baby’s sake."

Evelyn was anxious, "No!"

"Why do you always drag things out? Either you want to shower, or you want to drink alcohol."