Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Chapter 514: Chapter 512: He’s Really Just Playing Hard to Get

But she’d clearly said someone was waiting for her. When she spoke of that person, Nerida’s eyes had lit up—that couldn’t be faked. She had praised them to the high heavens, saying they were so beautiful that even he couldn’t compare.

Nerida figured he must have misunderstood something. After a moment of silence, she said, "I’ve only ever been with you. What are you talking about?"

’This feels so unfair.’ She was the type to admit when she was wrong, but what she hated most was being blamed for something she didn’t do. No one was going to pin a fabricated crime on her.

She said once more, "There is no man that I love."

Aeron met her eyes and, instinctively, he believed her. ’He knew how pathetic this was, but what could he do? He just loved this woman—loved her beyond all reason. He’d even believe her lies, if only she’d say a few sweet words to coax him.’

Though that’s what he thought, he turned his face away.

Aeron gazed out the carriage window and said in a low voice, "Nerida, don’t think I’ll believe you."

Before Nerida could get a word in, he continued, "And don’t give me that line about how I’ll meet someone better than you. You just want to get rid of me, don’t you? You don’t have to go to such lengths. Don’t worry, I’ve come to terms with it. I love you now, but it’s only for now. Maybe after some time, I won’t love you anymore."

Nerida didn’t say a word.

Her gaze simply darkened as it fell on him.

With a flick of his sleeve, Aeron put on a relaxed expression, as if he’d truly moved on. "Perhaps I could even transfer my affections to someone else. After you leave, I’ll have my mother publicly select a wife for me. Don’t think you’re irreplaceable, Nerida. I’m the Young Master of Silvanis. What kind of woman couldn’t I have? Countless women would kill to be my wife. When the time comes, I’ll choose a good one. It doesn’t even matter if her cultivation is weak. The most important thing is that she’s obedient. And that she treats me well, unlike you, who’s always so cold and ignores me."

Nerida’s face was devoid of expression, but her eyes were deep and piercing.

Aeron sat beside her, looking out the window, but his voice bored right into her ears.

He paused for a moment as if considering his options, then added, "I’ll be sure to find a wife who is tall, with long legs, fair skin, and stunning beauty, someone who will be completely devoted to me. By the way, when are you planning to leave? I need to get things ready. Activating the grand array requires preparation."

Nerida remained silent.

At that moment, it was as if the only thing she could hear was his declaration: he was going to find a woman who would be completely devoted to him, one who was tall, long-legged, fair-skinned, and beautiful.

’Heh.’

A vicious energy instantly flared within her.

The aura around her suddenly became terrifying.

Demonic Qi began to radiate from her.

Aeron sensed it and turned his head slightly. Their eyes met. He was met with a gaze he had never seen before—dark, deep, and terrifying.

She stared at him and said in a low, dangerous voice, "So, Aeron wants a tall, long-legged wife."

Her voice was soft.

Aeron didn’t dare to meet her gaze. ’How did her aura suddenly become so frightening? Is this the oppressive presence of the powerful? No, that’s not it. She isn’t releasing any pressure.’

He raised his eyes slightly, his tone defiant.

"That’s right! I’ll start looking as soon as you’re gone. I can’t just wait around for you forever and die alone, can I?"

She stared straight at him, reining in her aura before saying coolly, "Are you angry?"

Aeron gritted his teeth and turned his head back to the window, refusing to look at her. "Angry? Do I even have the right to be angry? I’ve really come to terms with it. I’m not going to bother you anymore. You should be ecstatic, Nerida. You don’t have to spend your days plotting how to get away from me."

Before he could say another word, Nerida’s hand shot out, grabbing the back of his neck and forcing him to face her. Then, gripping the arm she’d been holding, she slammed him against the carriage wall.

She spoke in a low voice.

"Don’t provoke me."

Aeron stared at her.

"What are you talking about? I provoked you? When did I ever provoke you?" ’She’s the one who’s always making me angry, and she doesn’t even love me back. And I’m head over heels in love with her.’

At that thought, he tried to turn his head away, but she caught his chin with her fingers.

"This mouth of yours provoked me."

’He kept chirping on and on, and she didn’t like a single word of it.’

’His words kept echoing in her ears. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? But hearing it from his lips, a wave of rage washed over her, and all she wanted was to devour him.’

She lunged forward and bit down. Her eyes were locked on his as she kissed him, hard.

"Ow..."

Aeron stared at the face so close to his.

...and felt the warmth on his lips.

’Does she even know what she’s doing?’

’Did my reverse psychology actually work?’

He struggled, trying to break free from her grip, and turned his face aside.

"Nerida, have you lost your mind?"

’Have I provoked this woman’s vicious side?’

A hand grabbed his sash and tore it open.

He couldn’t keep up the act. As he looked up, he met a pair of eyes filled with predatory certainty. From what he knew of Nerida, she only got that look when she’d lost control.

He quite liked his wife like this, too.

Aeron blushed.

’That’s right. He hadn’t meant a word of it. He just wanted to provoke her, to make her angry. Give her up to someone else? Impossible. That wasn’t in his nature.’

’Ever since he was a child, he would do whatever it took to get what he wanted. He didn’t mind resorting to a few tricks to do it.’

"Wife..."

She looked down at him.

"So now you’re calling me ’wife’?"

"I..."

A hand slid over his abs. The next moment, the slender man was shoved down onto the carriage floor.

Aeron panicked a little. As much as he loved... doing things with her, this was a carriage. There were people right outside. ’I’m a traditional, decent man,’ he thought. ’This is a bit much for me.’

"Wait... We can’t do this here."

A hand planted itself on the floor beside him.

The woman looked down on him, towering over him.

Aeron’s hair was splayed across the divan in the carriage, his cheeks flushed and his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body’s honest reaction made him mock his own inability to resist any longer.

’His willpower was pathetic.’

Nerida watched him.

"Wife, what is it you want from me?"

"You’re the one who doesn’t love me."

"You’re the one who’s dead set on leaving."

’And I’m not allowed to be angry?’

’She told me to go find someone else.’

’Shouldn’t I be angry?’

At this thought, he gritted his teeth and refused to look at her.

Before Nerida could speak, he ground out another sentence.

"You fickle woman, what the hell do I even see in you?"

’Just a moment ago, her emotions had been running wild. But the moment she heard him call her ’wife’ again, she had instantly regained her composure.’

’She had really fallen for this man.’

’She didn’t know when it had started, but it was true.’

"You know I’m fickle, yet you love me anyway."

She was a Demon Cultivator, after all.

She had never been a good person to begin with.

Anyone who could raise The Archfiend was bound to be a Demon herself.