Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 510: Chapter 508: I’m Right Here, Where Are You Going?

Aeron looked at her and said, "Wife, you should sit too."

Nerida didn’t stand on ceremony with him. She sat down opposite him and picked up her chopsticks.

"Let’s eat." She tossed out the words and started eating herself. After all, she had cooked this food; there was no reason not to eat it.

After Aeron took a bite of her cooking, his eyes lit up.

This was delicious.

That was delicious too.

’I wasn’t able to capture my wife’s heart with my cooking, but she has already captured mine with hers.’

He looked at the dishes on the table and ate, and ate. The thought that his wife had made all this for him with her own hands made Aeron’s heart swell with joy. ’Maybe she does have a place for me in her heart after all.’

He remembered how he had set the kitchen on fire today, his first time trying to cook. ’Looks like I’ll have to cross ’capturing my wife’s heart with my cooking’ off the list. It’s just not for me. But that’s fine. My father taught me other ways.’

Nerida could feel the man across from her glancing at her from time to time.

She wasn’t blind, so she looked up, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"What are you looking at? Eat more."

"Wife, you should eat more too."

’Wife, wife.’

Nerida just found it strange.

’Whatever.’

’I made him a promise, and I have to keep it.’

「In the days that followed」

Aeron continued to try and cultivate feelings with Nerida. As for Nerida, her mind was solely focused on figuring out how to leave.

To bring them closer, Aeron went so far as to use a secret technique to seal his own cultivation. He told Nerida that something had gone wrong with his cultivation, and to prevent King Reynard’s minions from taking advantage of him, he needed her to be his constant, close-by protector. He would use any excuse to get near her.

Nerida didn’t refuse.

So, their proximity amounted to this: he was on the bed, and she was on the floor below, meditating.

「It was night again.」

Aeron sat cross-legged on the bed, his gaze fixed on the floor beside it. There, Nerida was meditating, also cross-legged, her eyes closed and her body perfectly still.

Aeron looked down at himself.

He couldn’t help but start doubting himself.

’Is my face not handsome enough? Is my waist not firm enough? I went to so much trouble to find an excuse to get close to her, to deepen our bond. But it’s been so many days, and this woman has been coming into my room... yet she hasn’t moved an inch from that spot. It’s like she’s nailed to the floor.’

He gritted his teeth.

He couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

’That blind woman.’

’I’m right here, a whole person, and all she cares about is meditating and her cultivation.’

After staring at her for a good long while, he finally heard Nerida speak from her meditative state.

"If you can’t sleep, you should meditate and cultivate." As her voice faded, her closed eyes slowly opened.

The moment Nerida looked up, she met a pair of bright eyes.

Seeing her eyes open,

Aeron sat up straight. He patted the space beside him on the bed and said, "This bed is very big. Nerida, would you like to come up here to meditate?"

Nerida gave him a complicated look before closing her eyes again. "No, thank you. It’s fine here."

He turned over dejectedly, his back to her, and lay down.

’Heartless woman. I was practically begging her to come up. How can she be so indifferent to me?’

His voice still carried over.

"The floor must be cold. If word got out, people would say I’m mistreating my own wife. It wouldn’t be good for my reputation... Oh, forget it. Why am I even telling you this? Do whatever you want."

The man on the bed kept his back to her, leaving a wide-open space.

Nerida, still meditating on the floor, lifted her gaze slightly, her eyes landing on his back.

She rose from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Lifting her legs, she got on. This time, she said nothing more and simply began to meditate on the bed. Only, at this moment, she suddenly felt that her heart was no longer as calm as it used to be.

Sensing the movement behind him, Aeron, who was lying on his side, broke into a smile.

’My wife is willing to get on my bed. I believe that as long as we’re inseparable, feelings will develop over time.’

He turned over, facing her on his side.

In his line of sight, the woman’s figure had her back to him. But the distance between them was now very, very small. If he reached out his hand, he could touch her.

His fingers shifted slightly, and his hand gently came to rest on the hem of her clothes.

’Wife.’

’I will wait for you.’

’One day, you will definitely come to love me.’

Nerida, of course, noticed his small movement. She gazed out the window. In that moment, her thoughts were in turmoil.

After that, the days passed one by one.

Slowly, as time went on,

it seemed Nerida had truly grown accustomed to this man’s presence. It was as if she would always see him whenever she looked up.

She wasn’t stupid, nor was she slow. She knew exactly what this man was thinking.

It was just that she had no desire to find a Taoist Companion.

「One evening.」

As usual, Nerida came to Aeron’s room at night. He hadn’t arrived yet, so she skillfully got onto the bed and began to meditate.

After a while, she heard the door open.

She opened her eyes slightly, and when she looked up, she froze. The man in her line of sight had his long hair down, his cheeks slightly flushed. He looked as if he had been drinking. And indeed, she could smell a faint scent of alcohol.

His figure was tall and slender, and he wore a set of bright yellow sleep robes embroidered with a subtle pattern. The robe was thin and seemed to hang loosely and casually on his body. A sash was tied at his waist, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his chest.

His waist and abdomen were strong and powerful.

His long, shapely legs were partly visible, partly hidden.

Seeing this,

Nerida felt her mouth go a little dry.

’To think this man could be so seductive.’

"Wife, I’m here."

His voice was very soft.

It carried a trace of casual laziness.

Before she could tear her gaze away from him, he had already walked right up to her. He bent down slightly to look at her.

"Wife, what are you looking at?"

’As if he doesn’t know exactly what I’m looking at.’

She stiffly placed her hands to her side, as if she had finally remembered how to breathe.

"Why are you dressed like that?"

’So showy.’

The moment the words left her mouth,

she felt they were inappropriate.

Aeron looked at her.

"Don’t people wear sleep robes to bed? This is how I’ve always dressed." At this, he seemed to catch on, pulling his robe closed. "I had a couple of drinks earlier and I’m a little dizzy, so I forgot my wife was in my room. I just came straight over."

Her gaze subconsciously fell on his long legs. At that moment, images flashed through her mind—the scene from their first meeting in the carriage.

The more she tried not to think about it, the clearer the memory became.

Nerida averted her gaze and got up from the bed.

"In that case, you should rest!" After saying that, she added, "I’m going to go sit on the roof for a bit."

The moment she said that, Aeron froze as if turned to stone.

’I’m all prepared to seduce her, is she blind? I even dressed like this! I, an innocent and honest man, have thrown caution to the wind, and she wants to go sit on the roof?’

Just as she was walking past him, he suddenly grabbed her arm. While Nerida was still slightly stunned, he had already reached out and pulled her into an embrace.

"Wife, I’m right here. Where are you going?"

His voice was very soft, but as it fell upon her ears, it sent a tingling sensation through Nerida.