Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Javier Sinclair stood outside Cloud Abyss Hall.

His gaze swept over the architecture of Cloud Abyss Hall before him.

The pavilions, towers, corridors, and waterside gazebos... The sight that greeted him felt familiar, yet strangely foreign.

Seeing him survey the area, Celeste Grant hugged his arm and said, "Does it feel familiar? This is where we used to live."

Javier Sinclair didn’t deny it; it did feel somewhat familiar. At this thought, he nodded slightly. "Yes, I feel like I’ve lived here before. It’s a little familiar."

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"That’s right, because we used to live here."

Javier Sinclair wouldn’t accept that. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and said in a low voice, "That wasn’t me." His gaze shifted to her face as he spoke with utter seriousness, "Look closely. The one here now is me. You’re not allowed to think about that other one, and you certainly can’t mix us up. I have no desire to be a substitute. He is him, and I am me."

Celeste Grant could actually understand. Javier Sinclair was like a completely new person now, without his old memories. It was perfectly normal for him to have a hard time accepting that he was once someone else.

’Of course, as long as it’s him, that’s all that matters.’ Celeste wasn’t going to force the issue. So, seeing him get jealous of himself, she just smiled and said, "Yes, I can tell the difference. You are you, and my ex-hubby is my ex-hubby." ’My ex-hubby is the old Javier Sinclair, and the one here now is the current Javier Sinclair. Makes perfect sense.’

Seeing her serious expression,

Javier Sinclair was pleased and satisfied.

He glanced around the place. The thought that this was where she and *another* Javier Sinclair had lived soured his mood.

’The "ex-hubby" is in the past now. From now on, I’ll be the one holding his wife and sleeping in his territory. Even his son will have to call me Dad. So, when you do the math, I’m the real winner.’

"HEH HEH HEH..." He turned his face to the side with a sinister chuckle, then swept a large hand around Celeste Grant’s waist and lifted her into his arms. Celeste didn’t resist, instead wrapping her arms around his neck and gazing at his face.

She asked a question.

"What was that sinister laugh about? You look like you’re plotting something."

Javier Sinclair blushed, looking flustered at being caught. However, he put on a serious expression, shot her a glance, and declared, "Celeste Grant, I will make you see that choosing me is much better than choosing that ex-husband of yours. Anything he could give you, I can give you too."

Celeste Grant: "..."

’Now he’s getting competitive.’

’But you’re both you!’

’My heart is 100% true to both of you.’

’Heaven knows it’s really him, and no one else. Sure, Celeste Grant might appreciate a good eight-pack, but she’s not one to pounce on just anyone.’

She glanced at him.

Celeste Grant couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

’You really need to hurry up and remember.’

With this thought, Celeste Grant cupped his face. At a time like this, more words were useless.

She just kissed him.

When the kiss ended,

she looked at him with love in her eyes, her hand gently stroking the side of his hair. "Javier Sinclair, can you feel my heartbeat? It’s beating for you—the you right in front of me. So don’t worry about whether you are him anymore."

Javier Sinclair’s eyes fell on her gentle face. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Celeste, my heart belongs to you."

Celeste Grant hugged him.

"Me too."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled.

That night, the Bloodfiend Den held a banquet.

The lively celebration lasted all night.

Celeste Grant and her husband sat at the head table, drinking heartily with everyone. Well, it was mainly Javier Sinclair who was drinking. Celeste Grant only had two cups of Spiritual Wine before switching to juice.

The banquet was very lively, with song and dance.

Everyone gathered to eat, drink, and be merry.

At that moment, Celeste Grant waved her hand grandly and declared, "Servants! Bring more wine! Fill everyone’s cups! No one goes home sober tonight! Let the music play on, let the dancing continue...!"

Javier Sinclair: "..."

’With this scene of peace and prosperity, my wife knows how to enjoy herself even better than I do.’

At this thought, he drank a cup of wine, glanced at her, and smiled faintly. "You certainly know how to have a good time."

Celeste Grant swirled the cup in her hand and said, "This is the joy of an idiotic king."

By now, the tall, long-legged female cultivators had finished their performance and a new group had taken their place. This time, it was eight of the Bloodfiend Den’s own male cultivators. They were all handsome, tall, and long-limbed, with their eight-pack abs on full display as they performed a sword dance to the music. It was a truly delightful sight.

’This performance is exactly my cup of tea.’

Javier Sinclair glanced down at the flirtatious Demon Cultivators. Then he looked at his wife, whose eyes were glued to their eight-packs.

’Who arranged this?’

’They’re all improperly dressed, showing off their abs. Utterly scandalous.’

He shot them a cool glare before his gaze returned to Celeste Grant. Seeing her watching with such relish, he leaned in close to her.

"Are they nice to look at?"

Celeste Grant nodded slightly.

Javier Sinclair glanced at her and said in a hushed voice, "Wait until we’re back in our room, and I’ll let you see my eight-pack." He sent the next part via voice transmission so only Celeste could hear. "You won’t just get to look. You can touch, too."

Hearing this, her eyes subconsciously drifted to his chest and abs.

She smiled faintly and sent a voice transmission back to him.

"I’d like that. I still like yours the best."

Javier Sinclair lowered his head slightly, the corners of his lips turning up.

’I knew it. This woman can’t resist my abs.’

After the banquet, Javier Sinclair grabbed Celeste Grant’s hand and left the feast early, heading back to their room.

In the room, Celeste Grant was kneeling barefoot on the bed. The Archfiend was sitting on the edge of the bed, his body leaned back slightly, supporting himself with one hand on the mattress.

One of her hands rested lightly on his shoulder, then trailed down to his chest and abs.

His large hand wrapped around her waist, and he leaned in to capture her lips in a kiss. He mumbled something indistinctly.

"Tonight, you’re mine."

Celeste Grant placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed, while she herself sat on his lap.

"Alright!"

"Then we’ll have to see if my dear husband can satisfy me."

As she spoke, she waved her hand.

The bed curtains fell...

Dual cultivation combined their cultivation techniques to convert and enhance their cultivation, so by dual cultivating with Javier Sinclair, Celeste Grant could increase her own cultivation.

In the days that followed, Celeste Grant spent her time either cultivating or just lying around. There wasn’t much for her to do, after all. She had an endless supply of people to command.

A month after arriving in the Cultivation World, Leo, whom Celeste Grant had brought with her, successfully reached Foundation Establishment. She had always been fascinated by cultivators who could use Sword Flight, so she was currently learning how to fly from the disciples of the Bloodfiend Den. Although she threw up after every trip, claiming the motion made her dizzy, she refused to give up and was enjoying herself immensely. Also, Leo’s mother, Clara Grant, was now a cultivator at the First Level of Energy Refining. She was a talisman cultivator and had taken a great interest in talisman painting.

「That afternoon.」

Celeste Grant was cracking melon seeds when she suddenly sensed a disturbance from the direction of The Frostfell.

She looked up just in time to see a golden stream of light descend from the sky, landing right in The Frostfell.

It vanished in an instant.