Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 507: Chapter 505: He Is Set on Claiming This Wife

This is Amarantha.

He was the Young Master of Silvanis. If word got out that he’d slept with a woman only to be abandoned, his reputation would take a serious hit. But if he were the one to cast her aside, that would be another story entirely.

It was perfectly reasonable for the Young Master of Silvanis to take a lover, and just as reasonable for him to part ways if they proved unsuitable. In that case, he would be the one rejecting her, and people would simply assume that a man of his station deserved only the best.

Nerida considered this and glanced at him.

She saw the serious look on his face.

She nodded lightly. "If this can help you, I have no objection. We’ll do it your way."

Aeron met her eyes and gave a slight nod, his tone a little calmer now. "I hope you can keep your word," he said.

Nerida nodded.

"Don’t worry. I gave you my promise, and I’ll keep it."

Aeron nodded slightly.

"Then from now on, you are my wife to the rest of the world."

Hearing him call her "wife" again, she felt a strange sense of unease, but she still managed an "mhm" in response.

Seeing her nod, Aeron continued, "There’s one more thing I need your help with. Although King Reynard is dead, the minions she trained are still at large. If they find out she’s gone, they will surely come after me. My Cultivation hasn’t recovered yet, so for the time being, I’ll have to trouble you to protect me, wife."

He sounded perfectly serious, but in truth, with King Reynard dead, her underlings were no real threat. As for his Cultivation not having recovered, that was just an excuse. His body was mostly fine, and even with his Cultivation not fully restored, he wouldn’t be in any danger.

He spoke with great gravity, but in reality, Aeron’s requests were just a pretext to keep her by his side.

’This time, he had called for Nerida’s help. If she hadn’t come, he would have given up on her for good. But she did come. That was his wife. They had been so intimate. So, for him to just let her go... it was impossible.’

Aeron was a stubborn man.

’He had already given himself to her.’

’He had chosen her.’

’And now, his wife was right in front of him.’

’His pride alone wouldn’t allow her to just leave. He had to fight for what he wanted. But before he could win her over, he first had to keep her close. Proximity was his greatest advantage.’

The mountain range where they stood was now quiet, likely because the aura Nerida had released earlier had scared off all the Demonic Beasts. As a result, the area was exceptionally still.

He glanced around. "We should leave this place," he said.

Nerida nodded.

"Let’s go."

The two exchanged a look and took to the air, leaving the mountain range behind.

In the blink of an eye, their figures were soaring high above.

In another blink, they had traveled a great distance.

After flying some distance, Aeron suddenly clutched his chest. His breathing hitched, and his body swayed.

Seeing him look as if he were about to fall, Nerida reacted in a flash, grabbing his arm. "What’s wrong? Are you all right?"

Aeron seized the opportunity to cling to her. "I’m fine," he said, his breathing labored. "I can manage. It’s probably just that my Cultivation hasn’t recovered yet. I’ll be fine in a moment."

’In truth, he was doing it on purpose. She had no feelings for him, did she? He refused to believe that, given enough time, he couldn’t make Nerida develop at least a little affection for him.’

Nerida glanced at him. "If you can’t handle it, just say so. Why pretend to be strong?" Without waiting for a rebuttal, she scooped him up and slung him over her shoulder.

Yes, just slung over her shoulder.

Like a sack of potatoes.

No, it was more like carrying a corpse.

Her movements were so practiced, it was as if she’d done this a thousand times before.

Aeron: "..."

’Why isn’t she carrying me in her arms?’

He was draped over Nerida’s shoulder, his handsome face frozen in a grimace.

He couldn’t help but ask.

"Wife, do you carry corpses often?"

Nerida froze for a moment at his words.

’Does this man have eyes in the back of his head?’ she couldn’t help but wonder. ’His intuition is surprisingly sharp.’

At this, she said softly, "Not that often, I suppose. Cleaning up battlefields and carrying corpses... that’s a job for my subordinates. I just help out occasionally." ’As a Cultivator from The Demonic Sects, hauling corpses is just part of the basic skillset.’

Aeron: "..."

’So my senses were right.’

’That practiced move of hers is for hauling corpses.’

And don’t ask how he knew. He’d seen his own guards and Death Warriors carry corpses the exact same way. He was very familiar with the sight.

At this thought, he couldn’t stop himself from saying, "So, wife, for you to be carrying me like this... isn’t it a bit improper?"

It finally dawned on Nerida. She shifted her gaze to him. Only then did it occur to her that carrying him this way was, in fact, improper. He was, after all, the Young Master of an Empyrea.

She quickly said, "My apologies. It was just... force of habit."

Aeron gritted his teeth. "You... woman... Hmph." ’This heartless woman. As I thought, there isn’t the slightest bit of room for me in her heart.’

A wave of jealousy washed over him at the thought, and he couldn’t stop himself from saying, "If this were the one you’re waiting for, you wouldn’t be carrying them like this, would you?"

’Is he talking about the Lady?’

’Of course not!’

’How could I possibly carry the Lady like this? I wouldn’t even think of it, and The Exalted One would never allow it. Besides, if it were the Lady, I would of course carry her properly in my arms.’

At this, she couldn’t help but say, "Of course I wouldn’t. She’s different from you."

She’s different from you.

Those were the words that echoed in Aeron’s ears.

’He didn’t care... No, he cared a great deal. It turned out a person’s most casual words could be the most hurtful.’

’It was bad enough that this woman was comparing him to someone else, but she had to say he was different. It was because she didn’t care about him, so her heart wasn’t with him. How infuriating! Who could it be? Who possessed such charm that this woman would think of them so fondly?’

He lowered his head slightly, his handsome eyes filled with both jealousy and a look of absolute determination.

’Aeron reminded himself that his wife’s primordial yin had been given to him. That meant she had never been with another man before. So what if her heart belonged to someone else? In the end, he was the one who possessed her body.’

’If he couldn’t have her heart, having her body was enough for now.’

’No need to rush. He would make his wife fall for him eventually.’

Just as he was running through these schemes to win her affection, Nerida shifted him from her shoulder.

Did you think she was going to carry him in her arms?

No. This was even worse than being slung over her shoulder.

Nerida had scooped him up with one hand and was now carrying him tucked under her arm.

For a moment, it felt as though the very wind had stopped.

Aeron could only imagine a flock of crows cawing mockingly as they flew over his head, laughing at his clumsy schemes.

He comforted himself internally.

’It’s fine, it’s fine!’

’There’s still time.’

’Even if his wife’s heart is made of stone, he can still melt it.’

「And so, from that day forward, Nerida stayed by Aeron’s side.」

Publicly, she was his lover.

The wife he had chosen for himself.

Nerida had promised to protect him, and she always kept her word.