Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Javier Sinclair raised his head and looked at the woman before him.

Even in the dim light, he could see her face clearly.

His gaze darkened as he watched her.

"Come here. Sit on my lap."

The moment he spoke, his hands were already moving. He grabbed Celeste Grant by the waist and pulled her into his embrace. She found herself straddling his right leg, her hands instinctively coming to rest on his shoulders. As their eyes met, she could see the tenderness in his.

"Celeste, let me hold you for a bit."

As he spoke, Javier Sinclair wrapped his arms around her waist, lowered his head to rest on her shoulder, and held her close. At this distance, she could smell the faint scent of alcohol on him.

"You reek of alcohol."

"Do I? I don’t smell anything..."

Held like this by Javier Sinclair, Celeste Grant felt like a plush pillow, unable to move. She pressed her hands against his chest and tried to shift, but she couldn’t budge.

"Archfiend, you’re holding me too tight."

"Then I’ll loosen my grip."

He loosened his hold slightly, pressing his face against her neck and murmuring, "Celeste, do you like me?"

Celeste Grant sighed. "Of course I do. Why else would I let you hold me like this?"

He muttered, "I always feel like the one you like is the other Javier Sinclair, not me. Are you just seeing his shadow in me?"

Celeste Grant raised a hand to gently stroke his head, running her fingers through his hair. "Who says that? You just don’t remember. You’re the same person. Archfiend, I like the other Javier Sinclair, and I like the you I am now, too."

’Does she like the me I am now?’

Javier Sinclair looked up at her. "Really? You like the me I am now?"

Celeste Grant cupped his face in her hands.

"Look into my eyes, Javier Sinclair. I like you. Whether it’s the you from before or the you of now, I like you." ’Because it’s all you!’

He hugged her tighter and rested his head on her shoulder again. "Celeste, you said it, so I’m taking you at your word."

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"Mhm."

"Wife."

"I’m here."

"Celeste."

"Wifey."

"Are you trying to summon my spirit, calling my name like that?"

"I just miss you."

’After losing his memory, the Archfiend had become incredibly clingy. Other than his lost memories, there were no barriers between them. Of course, he would get jealous over nothing from time to time. Celeste Grant never imagined that a trope straight out of a novel could become her reality: her love rival was herself. After his amnesia, her own husband had become the ’ex-husband’ figure.’

’The status of the rightful husband, the attitude of the other man.’

’Always fighting and competing.’

Celeste Grant couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. ’I’d love to see if he’ll want to dig a hole and bury himself in it once he gets his memory back.’

Just then, Javier Sinclair was holding her.

Hugging her close.

"Celeste... you’re mine... From now on, you’re not allowed to think about that ’ex-husband’ of yours."

He called to her, his voice low and magnetic.

A shiver ran down Celeste Grant’s spine.

But he pressed his advantage and began to kiss her.

Celeste Grant blushed.

"Archfiend..."

"It’s ’Husband’."

"Husband."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing closer to him...

The night felt very long.

The bed seemed to shake for a long time.

「The next morning.」

When Celeste Grant woke up, she saw the man beside her lying on his side, watching her with his head propped on one hand. He was loosely dressed in a black inner robe.

Before her eyes was a firm chest and chiseled abs.

Her gaze fell upon his abs.

"So early in the morning, and I get to see this without a subscription?"

He took her hand and placed it on his abs. "Not only can you look, you can touch."

She sat up and leaned against him. "Suddenly, I feel like this is the life of an Immortal, tsk tsk." ’I wonder how many of my ’sisters’ would be jealous of me.’

’If this were a novel,’

’countless readers would probably be green with envy, saying, ’Let go! Let me do it! I already paid for the subscription, let me touch him!’ Hahaha... So good.’

Javier Sinclair leaned against the headboard.

He looked down at her nestled in his arms.

He wrapped an arm around her waist.

"You silly woman, what are you giggling about all by yourself? You have such a mischievous look on your face."

As soon as the words left his mouth, she pinched his cheek. "Old Demon, who are you calling mischievous?"

She gave him a teasing look.

Javier Sinclair blushed under her gaze.

"I’m talking about you, of course," he said, pulling the blanket over both of them.

"It’s still early. Let’s sleep a little longer."

"Is this what you call sleeping?"

"Same difference."

"It’s not the same..."

Time always passed quickly.

Javier Sinclair had amnesia and was very clingy with Celeste Grant.

He was a stranger to the people of the Bloodfiend Den; he even paid little attention to Nerida.

Then there was Leo, who had come with Celeste Grant. An overachiever is an overachiever, no matter where they go. After arriving in the Cultivation World, she quickly fit in with everyone at the Bloodfiend Den, upholding the philosophy of "go big or go home." Following her proposal, it took only half a month to launch the "Flyber" service.

The Cultivation World already had The Demonic Sects’ Express, so no one found the launch of Flyber to be that strange.

When Nana Warren arrived in the Cultivation World, she was shocked to see all the modernized cultivation products that had appeared. ’As expected of the Young Miss, she can pull all this off. So I can’t fall behind. The position of her right-hand woman must be mine!’

Just like The Demonic Sects’ Express, once the Flyber service launched, it became very popular with most people in the Cultivation World. Sword Cultivators short on Spirit Stones for their cultivation, in particular, began to accept rides. As a product of the Bloodfiend Den, it was a trusted, established brand. More importantly, with The Demonic Sects acting as a guarantor, customers didn’t have to worry about being harmed or abandoned mid-journey. Once a ride was accepted, the Sword Cultivator was obligated to deliver the customer to their destination or face a complaint.

At this time, a voice could be heard in the skies above cities all across the Cultivation World.

"You have a new Flyber request. Please complete it as soon as possible."

"You have a new Flyber request..."

Meanwhile, near the Demonic Beast Mountains, a Sword Cultivator descended from the sky. He looked at the disheveled female cultivator before him and asked, "Fellow cultivator, did you order a Flyber?"

"Yes, that was me... Senior Brother, could you please give me a ride? I exhausted my cultivation fighting a Demonic Beast earlier and don’t have the energy to fly back. I can’t see any of my sect brothers or sisters around here either."

The man laughed and waved a hand. "Alright, hop on! I guarantee a smooth and fast ride back to your Sect."

"This Flyber service is so fast! I just placed my order, and you’re already here."

"It wasn’t that fast. I just happened to be hunting Demonic Beasts nearby."

As he spoke, the female cultivator leaped onto the sword behind him. The Sword Cultivator who had accepted the ride flew off with her, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

’Celeste Grant wasn’t surprised by the Flyber service that Leo had created. Knowing her, she wouldn’t be surprised if ice cream, popsicles, and milk tea were next.’

’She was actually looking forward to it.’

’In the Cultivation World, even ordinary spring water contained Spiritual Energy. If it were used to make things like popsicles, they would surely taste amazing.’

But for now, she needed to prepare for closed-door cultivation.

Celeste Grant hadn’t forgotten that she still had to ascend to the Upper Realm and, one day, explore the even vaster Immortal Domain.