Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Hearing this, Celeste Grant paused for a moment, unable to stop herself from commenting.

"That’s terrifying. I understand."

’I’ll have to be careful with this in the future.’

"You can call for Miro if you need anything in the future."

As it spoke, the little sprite on her hand flew up and vanished into the Ancient Mirror. The Mysterious Ancient Mirror in her hand fell silent once more.

She tapped the Ancient Mirror gently against her palm. Thinking back on what had just happened, she still found it incredible. ’So after you start Cultivation, time really is measured in tens of thousands of years.’ Who would have thought that the Ancient Mirror in her hand had just connected her to the Javier Sinclair of the Demon Realm from fifteen thousand years ago?

’This connection must have been a happy coincidence.’

She rested her chin on her hand and couldn’t help but murmur, "Why does this feel like I’m secretly meeting a lover behind my husband’s back?" At this thought, she couldn’t help but laugh.

Speaking of which, her husband was such a jealous man that even after losing his memory, he’d imagined an ex-husband for her. If he knew that while he was away in the Upper Realm, she had used the Divine Artifact he’d given her to connect with *another* Javier Sinclair, would he die of jealousy and come storming back from the Upper Realm?

"It’s possible."

"Time to get up."

She muttered to herself and casually put away the Mysterious Ancient Mirror.

She crawled out of bed and sat on the edge.

Looking down at the thin inner robe she was wearing, Celeste Grant gave herself a once-over. With a light wave of her hand, a moon-white robe with gold-embroidered patterns appeared on her body in the next instant. It even came with a simple updo.

As Celeste Grant walked out of the bedchamber, she couldn’t help but reach out and brace herself against the doorframe.

Stepping out of the chamber, Celeste Grant looked up at the world outside.

The weather was beautiful.

The sun was shining brightly.

A gentle breeze was blowing.

In the courtyard, the wind rustled through the trees, carrying a pleasant warmth.

"So nice."

It’s just...

She reached out and squeezed her arm.

"Sore..."

Javier Sinclair knew he was leaving today, so he hadn’t let her go all night. Celeste Grant felt like her body was completely worn out.

Just as Celeste Grant closed her eyes to enjoy the sunlight, she sensed someone approaching. Then, Leo’s voice sounded. "Hehe, Boss-lady, you’re up? Did you sleep well last night?"

Hearing the voice, Celeste Grant opened her eyes slightly and turned to look at Leo, who was leaning in close. "Leo, why are you grinning so sleazily? And stop looking at me with those gossipy eyes, you’re creeping me out."

"How is this sleazy? Look at my sincere eyes." As she spoke, Leo put a hand on Celeste’s waist, rubbing it gently. She then leaned in and whispered, "Girl, you really got a feast last night. Can your legs still stand? Tsk tsk, The Exalted One with his eight-pack abs and long legs... he must be amazing in *that* department, hehe..."

A hand clamped over her mouth.

"You, Goldie."

Leo wasn’t just a hyper-competitive workaholic; she also had a dirty mind. Having known her for so long, Celeste Grant was already used to this side of her.

So now, hearing her teasing, Celeste Grant just smiled and said, "You want to know? I’m not telling."

Leo said, "Oh, come on! Tell me, satisfy this single girl’s curiosity."

Celeste Grant put an arm around her shoulder and said in a low voice, "If you want to know that badly, you could always go find a nice guy and experience it for yourself."

Leo’s face turned red at her words. "Boss-lady, I was talking about you! Why are you turning this on me?"

But then she started laughing. "Still, I’m really happy to see you so blissful. The boss’s husband is a great man. If I were to score him out of ten, I’d give him a nine. I’m holding back that last point so he doesn’t get too proud."

Celeste Grant nodded slightly.

"My taste is impeccable."

"That’s true."

Speaking of which, Leo couldn’t help but sigh, recalling what had happened that morning. She began to explain, "Early this morning, when the sky was just starting to lighten, your husband summoned me from my meditation. He tossed me a bag of Spiritual Medicine and told me to stew some soup for you so you could recover your strength. He said to keep it hot so you could drink it the moment you woke up. See? This is a real-life ’The Overbearing Demon Lord is Madly in Love with Me’ story. The moment I heard it, I knew you must have had a ’tiring’ night."

Celeste Grant was stunned; she hadn’t expected that. ’What the hell does she mean by ’tiring’?!’ She looked away, a little embarrassed.

Before she could say anything, Leo held out her hands, and a tray appeared. On it was a bowl of freshly stewed pigeon soup. Steam was rising from the bowl, carrying a fragrant aroma. The scent of Spiritual Medicine wafted from the soup, and just smelling it made her feel warm and filled with energy.

She glanced at it and couldn’t help but exclaim, "How extravagant! That spendthrift, using five-thousand-year-old Spiritual Medicine just to stew pigeon soup." One sip and hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones would be gone.

’Alright, I’m not the person I used to be, the one who felt she couldn’t afford anything she saw.’ But she still thought this was far too luxurious.

"Come on! Boss-lady, try my pigeon soup and tell me how it tastes. Haha, thanks to you, I’ve been shown just how poor I still am. You and your disgustingly rich people."

As she spoke, she carried the tray over to a nearby stone table, placing the bowl down. "Please, have a seat, Boss-lady."

Celeste Grant sat down and looked at the bowl of pigeon soup before her. She picked up the spoon and took a sip. The flavor was rich but not greasy, and the warm liquid warmed her stomach instantly. A surge of power flowed into her body.

"So? Is it good? I didn’t want to get up early either, but the boss’s husband paid too well. It forced me to pull out my secret recipe."

Celeste Grant gave her a direct thumbs-up.

’Life is all about eating, drinking, and being merry.’

Even after starting Cultivation, Celeste Grant still loved her food. "It’s delicious. Leo, your cooking skills are truly something else."

She drank the soup.

And ate some of the meat.

Nodding repeatedly.

"If you like it, eat up. There’s a whole pot left!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, and a clay pot materialized, which she placed directly on the stone table.

Celeste Grant glanced at it and nearly choked. "That’s so much. There’s no way I can finish all that."

Leo pointed at the rather large clay pot on the table and said, "I already picked the smallest pigeons. But in the Cultivation World, even the small pigeons are about the size of a chicken, so one pot ends up being this much."

"Here, let me get you some more meat."

"That’s enough, that’s enough! I can get it myself."

Looking at the pot on the table, Celeste Grant gestured for her to sit. "Don’t just stand there watching. Sit down and eat with me. This stuff has several-thousand-year-old Spiritual Medicine in it. Eating it can increase your cultivation and is great for you."

"Okay." Leo didn’t stand on ceremony with her and sat down readily. "Thank you, Boss-lady. In that case, this humble servant won’t be polite." After sitting, she even clasped her hands together and bowed piously.

"Thank you, boss’s husband, for your generosity."

’Following the Boss-lady in this life was totally worth it. Otherwise, I would never have even heard of something like this, let alone eaten it.’

Hearing this,

Celeste Grant couldn’t help but laugh out loud.