Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 511: Chapter 509: An Honest Man Has No Wife

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

The words seemed to echo in her ears. His voice, tinged with drunkenness, was low and pleasant.

Nerida stood frozen as Aeron’s arms wrapped tightly around her. He lowered his head slightly, pressing it against her ear.

"Do you hate me that much?"

As he spoke, his hands slid down to circle her waist. "Wife, don’t go."

The man’s voice was a clear whisper in her ear. They were so close. Nerida could hear his powerful heartbeat and feel his solid chest.

She could feel Aeron’s breath on her cheek. The warmth of it made her uncomfortable, and she couldn’t help but turn her face away slightly. But he just pressed closer again.

In that moment, Nerida blushed.

She could feel her heart beating faster than usual, all because of this man.

Lowering her gaze, her eyes fell upon the hands encircling her waist. They were long and strong, his arms firm. ’He’s the type who looks lean in his clothes but is muscular underneath.’ ’Wait... Why am I thinking about this? Have I really been around this man so long that my mind is now filled with such improper thoughts?’

’This is unacceptable.’

She reached out and grabbed Aeron’s wrists, trying to pry his hands from her waist. But just as she applied pressure, his aggrieved voice, sounding rather pitiful, reached her ears.

"Wife, can’t I even hold you for a moment? Am I really so awful that you despise me this much?"

Nerida’s hands froze.

’Strange. I’m actually starting to feel a bit soft-hearted.’

Other than for her ladies, when had she ever felt soft-hearted toward anyone?

Seeing her pause, Aeron pressed his advantage.

"I regret it! Wife, I don’t want you to be my wife only in public. I don’t want you to suddenly leave one day."

"Lately, I keep having this dream where you suddenly leave, and I can’t find you. And I end up waiting here all alone for you for a lifetime, but you never come back."

He had come to understand this woman somewhat during this time. Nerida was someone who responded to softness, not force. If he acted a little more pitiful, she would surely take pity on him.

Although he would have absolutely disdained these tactics his father-lord had taught him in the past, he was desperate now.

’An honest man doesn’t get to keep his wife.’

He didn’t want to be the honest man who lets someone else steal his wife away.

With his low, aggrieved voice in her ear, Nerida found that with every word he spoke, a sense of pity and a hint of self-reproach grew within her. The truth was, she really had wronged him.

This man was different from all the men she had known before. He was a man of Amarantha; she couldn’t treat him like the men from her past.

At this thought, she furrowed her brow slightly and said, "Aeron, you are the Young Master of Silvanis. You shouldn’t be thinking about these things, much less waiting a lifetime for anyone. It’s not worth it."

Before she could say another word, he spoke. "Nerida, I like you."

’Nerida, I like you.’

The words just floated into her ears, stopping whatever she had been about to say.

She had sensed his feelings for her before, but this was the first time he had been so direct. She opened her mouth, but for a moment, she didn’t know what to say.

They hadn’t known each other for very long, and she hadn’t really done anything. How could this man have fallen for her? If Celeste Grant were here right now, she would definitely have said, ’Girl, with a face that fair and beautiful, do you really have no idea?’

Just then, Aeron lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear again, "I like you. I like you very much, Nerida."

From the very first time he saw her, his gaze had been drawn to her.

Nerida was exactly his type. He had been smitten with her at first sight. As they spent more time together, his feelings deepened, and he liked her more and more. He knew his heart already belonged to her; he would never be able to like anyone else.

If she really did leave one day, he might truly do as he said and wait a lifetime for her. ’No, that would be too miserable.’ He just wanted to be with her day and night, unwilling to wait even a single moment longer.

So he could only apologize to the man she was waiting for. After all, people are selfish, and he was no exception.

He held her tighter, his voice dropping low with a pleading tone. "Wife... do you like me? Even a little?"

As he asked this, he released her waist. Aeron took Nerida’s hand, his eyes fixed on her face. In that instant, their gazes met.

Nerida was considered quite tall among women, much taller than the average woman. Standing before her, Aeron was only slightly taller than she was.

"Wife."

He called to her, his voice very soft.

Nerida found she didn’t dare to look him in the eye. She pulled her hand back, then grabbed his wrist and said.

"Aeron..."

Nerida felt she should say something.

But before she could speak.

Aeron had already reached out, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and leaned in to kiss her on the lips. He pulled her in by the waist, and in an instant, he had her pinned against a nearby wall.

He pressed his lips to hers, his kiss clumsy but urgent.

Nerida’s lips started to hurt a little.

After the kiss.

He lifted his head to look at her.

Their gazes met, and Nerida stared at the man before her.

Tears welled in his eyes as he looked at her so pitifully. His bright yellow sleep-robe had loosened even more.

His chest and abs were visible.

She had originally intended to push him away, but her hand landed on his abs instead.

She looked at her own hand, her fingers touching his abs.

Her fingers froze, while he blushed and looked at her.

"Wife."

The moment he spoke.

’His voice sounds so indecent.’

Nerida didn’t speak, but her gaze lingered on him. It fell upon his seemingly tear-filled eyes, such clear eyes. In that moment, she was overcome by an impulse to make him cry for real.

’Am I going crazy?’

Nerida cursed herself inwardly.

Perhaps her stare was too direct, because Aeron lowered his head. He leaned in close and said, "Wife, if you want... I can serve you."

As he said it, he felt he was being very forward. But faced with his beautiful wife, he felt he had no self-control whatsoever.

He loved this woman.

He was captivated by her.

Before her, he had never known what it felt like to like someone. He had never liked anyone. But after meeting her, liking her felt as natural as breathing or drinking water. Perhaps he was born just to meet this woman.

Seeing that she remained silent, Aeron glanced at her and called out softly again. "Wife."

As he called her name, he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt. ’Did I misread her intentions? But the way she looked at me just now was the same as that day in the carriage.’

She reached out and gripped his arm tightly.

’So it’s not just men who are driven by lust.’

With a pull, she yanked him closer and crushed her lips against his.

As her kiss landed, Aeron’s eyes widened slightly.