Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 513: Chapter 511: He’s Really Just Playing Hard to Get

Looking back on the past six months since he met Nerida, she had never once said she liked him. He was always the one clinging to her, refusing to let go.

From the moment they met until now, it had always been a one-sided affair.

He had originally thought that feelings would eventually develop over time. But now, hearing her say that he would meet a better woman than her, he understood her meaning: she wanted him to find someone else.

And at that moment, his heart still ached.

’Perhaps some people are just destined to slip away.’

At this thought, Aeron raised his head. Their eyes met from a distance. His expression was serious, as if he had made a decision.

"Nerida, you should go."

"You’re right. I was forcing things."

His fingers gently wiped away a falling tear.

"I’m sorry for my selfishness, for keeping you here for so long." At this, he added softly, "I know you’ve always wanted to leave this place. It was because I wanted you to be my wife that I never told you how to leave. But let’s not talk about that anymore. Nerida, pick a day, and I’ll activate the Array to send you away. Just let me know when you’ve chosen."

As he spoke, he had already turned to leave.

Watching his figure recede,

Nerida actually felt a little flustered.

She subconsciously called out to him.

"Aer... Aeron."

This time, he didn’t stop.

Nerida stood frozen, her mind going blank.

She had called his name but didn’t know what to say.

For the past six months, she had been with Aeron, and he had always had a smile on his face. When he looked at her, his gaze was always gentle, his eyes as bright as the stars and moon. But today, those eyes that usually smiled when they looked at her were no longer smiling. They held a quiet stillness.

Before this, she had always felt that meeting Aeron was an accident. He was just a passerby in her long life. He would meet someone better in the future and live a happy life. And she could go back to her days of single-minded Cultivation, fighting and killing.

But when he actually told her to leave, she suddenly felt a heavy weight, and her heart ached.

She raised a hand to her chest.

’Why does my heart hurt? It feels like a piece of it is missing.’

That figure quickly disappeared from Nerida’s sight.

After Aeron left, Nerida walked to the edge of the cliff and stood there alone for a long time.

Her thoughts were a mess, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes.

The moment she closed her eyes,

The man’s tall, slender figure appeared before her.

Along with the way he looked at her with a smile.

’It seems I really can’t leave this man.’

’Habit truly is a terrifying thing.’

Opening her eyes, she looked down from the cliff and leaped off.

In just an instant, she reached the foot of the mountain.

In the distance, a carriage pulled by a Spirit Beast was parked, accompanied by a retinue of guards.

A man in green robes came into view from another direction, striding toward the carriage. He caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye, paused for a slight moment, then averted his gaze and boarded the carriage.

’He’s ignoring me?’

Nerida frowned slightly, and her figure flashed.

Leaving a wisp of dark energy in the air, she reappeared inside the carriage, sitting beside him.

The carriage was spacious and comfortably furnished.

The noble Young Master sat on one side of the carriage. He glanced up when he saw her, then lowered his head without a word. But his aggrieved expression was enough to show how hurt he was. Like an abandoned puppy.

He raised a hand in a signal and looked out the window, murmuring, "To the manor."

The Spirit Beast pulled the carriage, and it began to move forward slowly.

It was quiet inside the carriage. Although they were sitting close, Nerida felt a vast distance between them.

Nerida sat primly, her hands fidgeting in her lap. The atmosphere felt strange. Normally, he would have already snuggled up and hugged her. Today, he was so proper and reserved. It was unsettlingly quiet, so unlike him.

She glanced at him, her eyes falling on his profile. She couldn’t help but say, "Aeron, I’m sorry."

As she said this, her palms actually began to sweat. She clearly thought of her Cultivation as powerful, yet she was somehow afraid of this man.

He finally turned to look at her and said in a low voice, "Nerida, you don’t have to apologize to me."

His gaze was fixed on her as his soft voice stated a fact. He began, "Our meeting was indeed an accident. I can understand that you don’t want to be my wife. Though my innocence is gone, I don’t blame you. In fact, you saved my life, so any debt I was owed has long been repaid. On the contrary, I’m the one who has kept you by my side, forcing you to be my wife, and even trying to win your affection."

His every word fell upon her ears.

Nerida opened her mouth.

’How can I be so clumsy with my words right now?’ she thought. She used to mock The Exalted One for being a poor conversationalist, thinking there was a reason he was destined to be alone. Now that it was her turn, she realized her own tongue was just as useless.

Before she could speak,

Aeron’s gaze shifted to the window, but his voice drifted over quietly.

"Nerida, that person you like... he must be wonderful, right?"

"That must be why you don’t like me."

Nerida was completely baffled. ’Who else could I possibly like? In my several hundred years of Cultivation, he’s the only man I’ve been with.’

At this thought, she reached out and grabbed his wrist. "What are you talking about? I don’t understand."

He turned to her, his face a mask of grievance.

Aeron said, "Nerida, must you humiliate me like this? I know the man you like is wonderful, that I can’t compare to a single strand of his hair. But what do you mean, you don’t understand? Do you enjoy seeing me jealous over you, seeing my heart ache for you? Does it make you happy?"

She was utterly confused.

"Wait, let me get this straight. Who did you say I like?"

He gritted his teeth, pulling his hand back and placing it on his lap. He said, as if nonchalantly, "Who else could it be? The man who’s been waiting for you to go back. Weren’t you always desperate to return for him? I’ve been by your side this whole time, but you never see me."

As he spoke, he leaned his arm against the window frame and rested his forehead on his hand.

"When all I’ve ever done is like you."

Nerida pointed to herself, her eyes widening slightly. She felt as if she had just heard something unbelievable.

’A man I’m desperate to see?’

"A man I like? And he’s waiting for me to go back? Are you sure?" Her voice rose a little. As soon as she finished, she quickly added, "How come I don’t know I have a man I’m so desperate to see?"

’If I did, it would be the man right in front of me!’

She wasn’t a fickle person. In the past, no man could have ever swayed her dedication to Cultivation.

The moment she finished speaking,

Aeron froze. His hand, which had been resting on the window, subconsciously gripped the frame.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes on Nerida.

But in his heart, he was thinking,

’Is she... really not lying to me?’