Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 227: Josephine, I Don’t Want to Wait Anymore

Chapter 227: Chapter 227: Josephine, I Don’t Want to Wait Anymore

"Are you disgusted with me?"

"Fool, I’m doing this for you and the baby, right?" Nathaniel Gallagher’s throat tightened, his fingertips pressing hard into his palm to suppress the surging irritation.

"The first three months are dangerous. What if something happens? Can you bear to let the baby suffer?"

Evelyn Thorne was stunned for a few seconds.

Taking advantage of this pause.

He gently laid her down on the sofa, his tone as soft as water: "Be good, lie down for a while, okay? I’ll massage your back, haven’t you been saying it aches?"

Evelyn was coaxed into relaxing a bit, but still pouted, unwilling to fully compromise: "Then you mustn’t leave, just sit here with me."

"I won’t leave, not going anywhere." Nathaniel immediately agreed, helping her lie down comfortably.

He crouched by the sofa, gently kneading her waist with his hand.

"How is it? Comfortable?"

Evelyn sighed comfortably, reaching out to touch her belly, her tone softening: "Nathaniel, do you think this baby will be a boy or a girl? I hope it’s a girl, as beautiful as me, you’d definitely dote on her."

Nathaniel gave a perfunctory "Mm."

His mind was entirely on how to get Jay Axton over.

If he dragged it on any longer, Evelyn would surely cause more trouble; he needed to get her to sleep soon.

After a few minutes of massaging.

Evelyn was getting more and more restless, unable to resist her desires.

"Stop massaging, you’re making me feel worse."

"No, I want it now, can’t wait..."

Nathaniel was frustrated by her clinging.

But he couldn’t show it.

"Alright..."

"I’ll go take a shower."

Evelyn couldn’t resist straddling his waist, complaining coquettishly, "Why are you going to shower again? I already said you don’t need to."

"Can’t, I feel uncomfortable. Besides, you’re all sweaty too, a shower would feel refreshing."

"Such a bother."

"Be good, listen." Nathaniel forcefully pushed her off him.

"I’ll go run your bathwater, let’s shower together, okay?"

As he spoke.

Nathaniel lowered his head and pecked her sensitive earlobe, looking all coy.

Evelyn’s heart fluttered, "...that’s more like it."

Nathaniel said no more, immediately getting up to head towards the bathroom.

A short while later.

In the bathroom.

He deliberately didn’t turn on the exhaust system.

Turned the hot water on high.

Then adjusted the lights to be very dim.

Before long.

Steam filled the bathroom, forming a thin mist.

"I’m coming in."

"Wait a bit, the water’s almost ready."

Right after that.

Nathaniel pressed a secret button.

The bathroom mirror immediately opened automatically.

Jay Axton walked out from the hidden room.

"President Gallagher, same as always?"

Nathaniel looked sinister, "She didn’t drink today, her mind’s clearer."

"Later, come from behind, don’t let her see your face."

"...Got it, President Gallagher." Jay responded, swiftly undressing.

Nathaniel then headed towards the hidden room.

After a few steps.

He stopped, saying somberly, "Also, get rid of the child."

"Make it look accidental, not too obvious."

"..." Jay felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Did you hear me?"

"Got it, President Gallagher."

Nathaniel said no more, directly entering the hidden room.

Once he was inside.

The bathroom wall mirror reverted back to normal.

Jay was stunned for a few seconds, rinsing his body under the shower.

At the same time, his heart was in turmoil, feeling extremely heavy.

The child in Evelyn’s belly was his.

Nathaniel didn’t care for Evelyn at all.

But...

Jay realized he had fallen for Evelyn.

He didn’t even want to pretend to be Nathaniel anymore, wished he could reveal his true self to her.

"Nathaniel, are you done yet? I’m coming in..."

Jay snapped back to reality, "Oh, come in then!"

The bathroom door opened.

Evelyn walked in without a stitch of clothing.

"Why so much steam?"

Evelyn waved the mist in front of her eyes, staggered towards the showerhead, "And the lights are so dim, almost tripped."

Jay quickly stepped forward to steady her, intentionally lowering his voice, imitating Nathaniel’s tone: "Thought you’d find it too bright, so I dimmed them. The steam is relaxing, helps unwind."

His fingers brushed against her skin, his heart pounded, remembering Nathaniel’s order to "get rid of the child," his fingertips turned icy cold.

Evelyn didn’t notice anything unusual.

Relaxed into his embrace, her fingers lightly drawing circles on his chest, "Then hurry up and hold me, the water’s getting cold."

Jay’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

Clumsily he wrapped his arms around her waist, unable to bring himself to look at her flat belly.

Inside there grew his child.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, guiding her under the showerhead, hot water pouring over them, but couldn’t wash away the torment in his heart.

He knew, betraying President Gallagher would end worse than death.

"Nathaniel, you seem a bit different today." Evelyn looked up, her nose brushing his jaw, her voice sticky with steam, "Normally, you’d have kissed me by now."

Jay’s heart tightened, hurriedly lowering his head to capture her lips, but his movements were stiffer than usual.

He deliberately turned his face, avoiding her gaze.

At the same time, he cautiously took a half-step back.

Positioned her back to him, just as Nathaniel instructed.

"From behind."

Evelyn had no suspicions.

She was simply softened by the hot water, obediently leaning into his embrace.

But just as Jay was about to proceed with the plan.

She suddenly took his hand, placing it on her belly, her voice trembling with warmth: "Feel here, the baby’s just here. When he grows up, shall we take him to the beach?"

These words pierced Jay’s heart like needles.

He looked at her eyes filled with hopes for the future, remembered how every time he impersonated Nathaniel, she would cling to him saying she wanted to get married soon, and suddenly he couldn’t muster the resolve.

He suddenly let go, stepped back, turned away panting heavily.

"What’s wrong?" Evelyn curiously turned around, but could only see his blurry silhouette, "Are you tired?"

Jay dared not reply.

He knew.

Nathaniel was watching them behind the mirror.

If he misspoke, the consequences would be deadly.

"Cough, cough."

"I’m fine, just choked on water." Jay forced out a strained response, his voice shaking uncontrollably.

He clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into his flesh, catching a glimpse of the bathroom mirror’s reflection from the corner of his eye, as if seeing Nathaniel’s cold gaze fixed on him.

Evelyn wanted to ask more, but suddenly felt a slight cramping in her belly.

She instinctively frowned, but didn’t pay much attention, assuming it was just from soaking in the hot water too long.

She leaned back closer, wrapping her arms around his waist, with a tone of dependence, "Hurry up, I’m a bit cold."

Jay’s heart felt like it was gripped by a hand, suffocating him.

He knew he couldn’t delay any longer.

He closed his eyes, forcing himself to suppress all emotions, and reached out to support Evelyn Thorne’s waist.

"Don’t move, be good." He deliberately lowered his voice, mimicking Nathaniel Gallagher’s usual lazy tone, while secretly burying his head in the nook of her neck, using her hair to shield his side face, avoiding any chance of her turning her head.

Evelyn Thorne, softened by the warm water, was reassured by his tone, indeed ceased to question, only softly murmuring "Mm" as she obediently nestled against his chest.

As Jay prepared to enact the "accident" as planned. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She suddenly grabbed his hand again, placing it on her lower abdomen, her voice soft, "Do you think the baby will like the ocean? I saw videos of the seaside yesterday, really made me want to go."

Jay’s movements abruptly halted, feeling the warmth of the skin under his fingertips, as if he could sense the pulse of life.

His whole body stiffened, knowing that any further hesitation would only invite disaster. He gritted his teeth, suddenly pretending to slip with his foot, staggering forward, and incidentally took Evelyn Thorne a half step towards the tiles.

"Careful!" He shouted deliberately, simultaneously tightening his arm suddenly, applying some force to hold her waist and abdomen.

Evelyn Thorne cried out in surprise, instinctively reaching out to support herself against the wall, but her lower abdomen just collided with the cold corner, a sharp pain instantly flashing through.

"Ah! It hurts!"

Her face turned pale instantly, cold sweat streaming down her forehead, "My belly... it hurts so much..."

Jay hurriedly held her, "Evelyn! What’s wrong? Did you hit something?"

"Haha, fooled you." Evelyn Thorne teased with a playful smile, trying to look back at him.

Jay snapped out of it, hurriedly pressing her back into position.

"Naughty."

He dared not take further action.

He looked in the mirror with a face full of helplessness.

Behind the mirror.

Nathaniel Gallagher watched this scene and said nothing further.

Turned and walked away from the secret passage.

"Julian Grant, the show is about to start soon."

"Just wait for me."

"Josephine, be patient too, soon you’ll be back by my side."

...

Opengate.

Nightfall.

Josephine Thompson had been caring for Julian Grant for two days and nights.

Exceptionally weary.

By 8 P.M., she fell asleep on the cot beside him.

Gradually as she slept.

Started to have nightmares again.

In the dream.

Nathaniel Gallagher trapped her in a cage, smiling wickedly at her.

"Josephine, you’re my pet canary. You’ll never escape from my grasp."

"If you try to escape, I’ll break your wings..."

"Uh, don’t... don’t come closer..."

Josephine Thompson broke out in a cold sweat, murmuring incessantly in her sleep.

Julian Grant saw this and hurriedly shook her awake, "Josephine, Josephine, wake up, was it a nightmare?"

"Ah..." Josephine Thompson screamed as she woke abruptly from the nightmare.

Upon opening her eyes.

The phobia from the dream surrounded her layer by layer.

"So terrifying."

Julian Grant quickly held her, "It was just a nightmare, it’s okay now, it’s okay."

Josephine Thompson curled up in his embrace, still trembling uncontrollably, "I had such a terrifying dream..."

"What was it about?"

Josephine Thompson drowsily rose from his arms, feeling dizzy and congested, "Nothing, I’d better not say."

She didn’t want to mention Nathaniel Gallagher.

Nor did she want to provoke Julian Grant’s anger.

"You always have nightmares, perhaps you’re physically too weak."

"Stop sleeping on the cot, lie in bed with me. I’ll protect you."

Josephine Thompson hesitated for a moment, looking at Julian Grant’s injured arm, but eventually shook her head, "I can’t, your wound isn’t healed, I’m afraid I’ll hurt you."

"I won’t get hurt." Julian Grant lifted a corner of the blanket, patting the empty space beside him, his tone carrying an undeniable warmth.

"This bed is wide enough, I won’t move at all. Besides... seeing you tremble like this pains me."

The concern in his eyes was so genuine, Josephine Thompson’s grip on her clothes gradually loosened.

These days, she had been repeatedly haunted by nightmares.

She truly needed some genuine sense of security.

In the end, she carefully lay down, trying to move to the edge of the bed, keeping a distance from him.

"Go to sleep!"

Not long after Josephine Thompson lay down, she felt a chill throughout her body. Even with a blanket, the cold seemed to seep through her bones.

Instinctively she scooted closer to Julian Grant’s side. Her forehead gradually heated up, even her breathing turned heavy.

In a daze.

She felt someone touching her forehead, followed by Julian Grant’s anxious voice, "Josephine? Why are you so hot?"

Josephine Thompson barely opened her eyes, her vision blurred and unable to make out his face, only feeling weak all over, "I’m... so cold..."

Julian Grant’s heart tightened, immediately pressing the bedside call button.

The nurse quickly came, took her temperature.

"38°C."

"It’s likely due to exhaustion causing a weakened immunity, let’s do physical cooling first, I’ll go get the antipyretic." the nurse said, swiftly bringing warm water and a fever patch.

Julian Grant carefully helped Josephine Thompson apply the fever patch and dampened a towel with warm water, gently wiping her forehead and underarms.

His injured arm dared not exert force, so he clumsily busied himself with one hand, sweat beading on his brow went unnoticed.

"Julian... don’t bother..."

Josephine Thompson weakly grasped his hand, the warmth in his palm made her feel slightly at ease, "You’re hurt worse than me, yet you still have to take care of me..."

"The wound is fine, what’s more important is for your fever to go down." Julian Grant interrupted her, with a tone that brooked no denial.

"It’s all my fault for making you endure this long." His eyes were filled with self-reproach.

If it weren’t for his injury, she wouldn’t have had to work around the clock for two days and nights.

The nurse brought the antipyretic pills.

Julian Grant helped Josephine Thompson sit up, carefully feeding her the medication, then gave her a pillow to rest upon.

Josephine Thompson leaned against him, burning with fever.

Yet she could clearly feel the warmth of his chest and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

The fear brought by the nightmare gradually dissipated, unknowingly she fell asleep once more.

This time, her sleep was not very stable.

She tossed and turned due to the fever.

Julian Grant kept gently patting her back with his uninjured hand, soothing her like a child.

During the night, the nurse measured her temperature twice.

Finally, until the latter part of the night, her fever cooled to above 37 degrees.

As dawn approached.

Josephine Thompson slowly opened her eyes and found herself still nestled in Julian Grant’s arms.

His chin rested against the top of her head.

His eyes were closed, but his brows were slightly furrowed, obviously not sleeping soundly.

She shifted slightly, wanting to make him sleep more comfortably.

Julian Grant immediately awoke, his voice hoarse, "Awake? Do you still feel uncomfortable?"

"Much better."

Josephine Thompson looked at the bloodshot eyes under him, her heart aching, "You didn’t sleep all night?"

"Slept a little."

"No need, it’s almost dawn. I’ll go and get breakfast for you." Josephine Thompson said, struggling to get up.

Julian Grant hesitated for a few seconds, but couldn’t resist holding her.

"Don’t go."

He bent down, eyes full of deep affection gazing at her.

"Josephine, I don’t want to wait any longer."

Josephine Thompson’s mind became chaotic, goosebumps rising all over her skin, "Don’t... don’t do this."