Chapter 5 5

Despite being under Paige's piteous gaze, Nina could only smile in response. What else she could do but sit and nod? It wasn't as if she had the right to do anything around here.

Besides they were only going through with the deal that they had agreed upon. This was nothing more than a transaction that they would like to see finished. She gazed up at the ceiling.

Plus, she felt more at ease knowing that he wasn't there.

It was only after Nina had entered the room did she notice the furnishings in the bedroom. It was minimalist–far from what she had expected from such a grand mansion. There was an elegant feel to everything–from the plain wallpapers to the hardwood floors.

"This is the Young Master's bedroom." As they were already married, it was fair that they'd sleep together.

She opened her mouth, only to be left speechless. Of course, it wasn't as if she should ask the nanny to switch rooms. In her eyes, they were already husband and wife. Resigned, she could only nod in agreement.

It was the first night she had slept in such a strange place, so it was hard for her to get some sleep. Leaning against her headboard, she scanned the web page on her phone, trying to find a job. If she wanted to take care of her mother and give her baby a proper future, then it was only right that she start looking for an opportunity.

"Huh?"

Nina blinked before narrowing her eyes at the screen. Although it wasn't strange to see a company recruiting for translators, she wasn't expecting for there to be a company that required translators from the A Nation.

That was the same country that Lynnhad sent her to. Not only was it located in the tropics, but there weren't many people in the world who would bother even learning the language. Why would they when they could learn more useful languages from developed nations?

The wages were good too.

Seeing as she had nothing to lose, she left her personal information and moved on to the next job ad.

A few minutes had passed and she finally placed her phone on her bedside. It was weird. A few days ago, she was in the hospital–desperately trying to save her mother and brother. And now, she was here.

Moonlight poured into the windowsill, highlighting her serene face. The sheets wrapped around her body were smooth and silky–like a cot, pushing her to sleep.

Nina had fallen asleep unknowingly. As she did, a beam of white light flashed across the yard as a Maybach stepped in.

The door opened, and a strong figure stepped out of the car. Christopher strode into the house, nodding when Paige had greeted him on his arrival. The stiffness of his arms was nowhere to be seen as he stumbled across the room.

As soon as he reached his kitchen, he immediately poured himself a cup of water, tugging his collar in annoyance. His pupils were dilated, and his cheeks were tinged red. Not being able to help himself anymore, he threw his head back and chugged the glass down, desperately trying to ease the burning sensation in his throat. It was Celine's birthday, so he had drunk a few more glasses of wine.

Although he was quite good at drinking, this was far more than what he had expected.

Throwing his sofa onto the couch, he didn't even bother to do anything else as he headed straight towards his bedroom.

The bedroom was dark, but that didn't bother him. After all, he was already familiar with this villa, given that this was also his childhood home. Not bothering to check his surroundings, he found his way to his side of the bed.

He laid down.

Nina felt the mattress dipping beside her while she was asleep, but she immediately turned around and buried herself deeper into the cushions. Not bothered by it, she was immediately consumed with darkness once again.

The next day, however, was a different story.

Wisps of light soared through the small cracks from the curtains, illuminating the entire room. The birds chirped overhead. The minimalistic designs looked even cleaner under the bright light.

It was a peaceful sight. On the bed, a woman was curled up in the crook of the man's arm. The two of them were sleeping soundly, unaffected by the things happening all around them.

They looked like a pair of sweet lovers.

Christopher shifted slightly before opening his eyes. Immediately, the bright light streamed across his face, and he couldn't help but squint in annoyance. He could already feel the hangover taking effect from the incessant pounding in his head.

Turning his head, he stared at the woman in his arms.

Nina's head was on his chest. Her dark hair was scatted all around her, like a silky waterfall falling across his arms. Her cheeks were pale with a tinge of red, and her eyelashes were curled up like the wings of a butterfly. Her pink lips were slightly parted as she exhaled.

His gaze moved downwards–from her slender neck, her delicate collarbone, to her heaving chest. She had learned to the side, so he could vaguely see the roundness of her breasts.

There was something about the way she laid there that made him feel so entranced.

His Adam's apple rolled downwards. He had never felt this type of impulse towards Celine, yet this woman already elicited a reaction from him even when he had only seen her twice!

His eyebrows furrowed, obviously displeased from the way his body was reacting to her, but he couldn't find it in himself to turn away.

Nina was unaware of the conflict in his heart as she twitched and stirred. In her dreams, she was in the great lands of Africa. She was staring down a ferocious lion who wanted to take her head.

Only when the mammal had gotten a hold of her arm did she finally wake up.

However, the moment she glanced up, she found herself wishing that she was back in the lion's den instead. She froze as soon as she spotted a pair of dark eyes staring at her face.

Her mind went blank.

A few seconds later, she immediately jumped up to the side of the bed and wrapped the blanket around her chest. "You!" she accused, tightening the sheets around her top. "Why are you in my bed?"

In an instant, the man withdrew his gaze and slowly lifted the blanket. "This is my bed."

"But..." Not knowing how else she should defend against the claim, she immediately stopped herself and swallowed her words entirely. She glanced at him one last time before turning away.

"I thought you were celebrating your girlfriend's birthday. Why did you come back so early?" Getting up, she stood at the other side of the room, not wanting to get any closer.

Even then, she couldn't help but gaze at him curiously.

Paige had said that he wouldn't be back in the evening. That was why she wasn't expecting that he'd come home at night and went straight to sleep. From how relaxed she was, she wasn't even aware that he had entered the room.

They had actually slept together...on the same bed.

Thinking of how she had woken up in his arms, her cheeks flushed dark red.

Her heart skipped a beat.

There was a short pause as Christopher slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He went straight to sleep last night that he still had a stench of alcohol. He glanced at the woman standing by the side of the bed, feeling amused by her helpless expression. The corners of his lips curved upwards. "Aren't we supposed to celebrate our wedding night?"

"I..."

They weren't even husband and wife!

In response, he slowly took off his shirt.

Nina was just turning her head when she saw that the man had already taken off his clothes. The redness on her cheeks darkened even further, and she resisted the urge to squeak.

Ever since that night, she had been particularly averse to men. The last thing she wanted was to come in close contact with them–especially him, for that matter.

"I'll go first."

Not knowing what else to say, she sprinted out of the bedroom.

Christopher didn't pay any attention to her absence as he unbuckled his belt and entered the bedroom.

The first thing he needed was a shower.

The sound of water dripping against the tiles echoed across the bathroom. About half an hour later, the stench of alcohol was slowly replaced with the fragrant smell of shower gel and aftershave. He wrapped a white bathrobe around his slender figure, showcasing his tanned skin and firm muscles. Just the sight of his casual figure was enough to get him on the covers of Vogue.

Walking over to his wardrobe, he opened it up, only to be distracted by the little bag right under his shelf. There was a sunflower sticker printed on the fabric, and it was something he couldn't even recognize.

Was it hers? It was printed with flowers and stickers–how could she be so childish?

And she didn't even ask for his permission to put her things in the closet.

Frowning, Christopher pulled out his clothes and put them on, accidentally knocking off her bag in the process.

The zipper suddenly unzipped wide open, and all of the contents fell out. From her packed clothes to all the simple necessities like toothpaste, toothbrush, and even some shampoo.

He was just about to pick it up when he saw something else.

Nina Stewart, Woman, 18, Early Pregnancy, 6 Weeks.

His eyes narrowed. She's pregnant?