Chapter 465: Husband’s Care

Justin and Natalie returned home, where Justin asked Natalie to rest after she had lunch. He didn’t want her to wander around here and there much.

He brought her back to the room and led her to the bed.

Natalie pulled her hand from his hold and moved back. "This is too much now. I just had a meal, and you want me to rest already."

"You had a short stroll after the meal. Now there is no issue if you sleep," he looked at her with a serious gaze. "Sleeping on the left side will help."

Her face turned angry. "Justin, I am listening to everything you say. That doesn’t mean you dictate every move of mine. I am not even going outside the home—what more do you want me to do?" She raised her voice in frustration. "You make me feel like giving birth to our kids means being in prison. I am not liking this at all. Even when I was a nobody, a weak woman, I didn’t like to be caged."

"I am not caging you. I am just following the doctor’s advice," he said without any hint of emotion.

"That’s it. You and that damn doctor," she spat out angrily. "I’ve had enough. I am leaving this home."

She walked towards the door angrily. But before she could open the door entirely, a hand pushed the door back and stopped her.

Facing the closed door, she gritted her teeth. "Justin, I am warning you..."

Before she could say more, the man behind her turned her around, pressed her against the door, and kissed her. She wanted to protest, but he didn’t let go. Finally giving up, she melted into that kiss.

After being like a cold dictator, he was finally showing her some husbandly affection—intimacy that had been lacking for a while now. It seemed like he always had something else going on in his mind; he felt distant to her.

They kissed for a while, forgetting the argument they had had just a moment before. When he let go, leaving both of them breathless, he whispered against her lips, "Why don’t you listen to me, just this once, just for a few months?"

This time, there was a plea in his cold, breathless voice. His thumbs caressed her cheek softly. "Just listen to me."

Natalie stayed quiet while taking in enough air, her hazy gaze observing his serious expression—a plea in his eyes.

"The past few days, you’ve been acting like some ruler and don’t treat me the way you used to," she said. "I want Justin, who talks and doesn’t order me around. The one who always shows me how much he loves me. I miss that old Justin. But it seems like, while I’m getting babies, I’m losing my husband."

"That’s not true," he said softly. "You will always be the one I love the most, even if we have our kids. You are everything to me—and always will be."

"Your behavior says otherwise," she said calmly, in a tone without any anger.

"I’m sorry," he said. "Maybe I’m just lost on how to care for you properly. My way seems to be hurting you."

She nodded immediately, agreeing with his words. "Just be the old Justin who only knows how to spoil me with his love."

"If I do that, you might be in bed all the time," he said in a slightly teasing and warning tone.

She immediately moved her hands to cover her belly. "You can’t, okay? Your relentless ways can hurt our babies."

"That’s why you shouldn’t ask me to be like before," he countered. "It’s tough holding back. Either I’m that way or this way."

"Can’t you be somewhere in the middle?" she asked, smiling awkwardly. "I’d prefer that."

"I’ll try to," he assured. "Now please, go back to bed and rest for a while—for our babies’ sake."

She let out a deep, surrendering sigh. "As you say it like this, I shall listen to you." She moved him aside and walked to the bed to rest. "But you have to stay and work from here."

"Sure!"

She finally smiled and lay on the bed while Justin covered her with a soft quilt. He sat on the couch to work while she looked at him.

"Close your eyes," he instructed. "Looking at me won’t help you with rest."

"Let me be. I want our kids to be like you," she said, smiling happily and observing him even more.

He focused on his work but said, "Don’t blame me if I end up being tempted and come to you..."

"I’m sleeping," she said in a hurry and closed her eyes.

Justin smiled as he looked at her, pretending to sleep.

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In the evening, Julia was continuously wandering outside the residence’s door and was looking in the direction of the main gate of the estate, as if she were waiting for someone.

Natalie came outside, searching for her. "Grandma, what are you doing outside? You look worried."

Julia hummed, "It’s already dark, and Meira hasn’t returned yet. She never stays out so late and always returns home straight from university."

Natalie realised it as well, but then comforted the old woman. "Grandma, she told us she would be late. She has work to do."

"But she is not familiar with the outside world much. What if someone tries to harm or trick her? I am truly worried. Her cellphone is turned off as well," Julia said anxiously. "And look at the weather. It’s windy and likely to rain soon."

Just then a familiar car entered the through the gate of the estate, and both the women gave out a sigh of relief. It was Meira.

Just as she stepped out of the car, she saw the two women and came to them, only to hear Julia say, "Meira, you can’t stay out for so long. Look at the time. And this weather—it almost scared me."

Meira felt guilty. "I’m sorry, Grandma."

"It’s alright. Just make sure not to be so late next time," the old woman finally softened.

As they entered the home, Meira explained, "Grandma, I almost lost track of time while working, but then Mr. Noah called me to inform that he had emailed me some documents related to university. When he understood I was still at the university, he reminded me to go home."

Noah and Julia looked at each other with a smile.

"This Mr. Noah knows exactly when to call someone," Natalie said in a teasing tone.

Julia chuckled playfully, "This Mr. Noah is indeed very capable and thoughtful."

Meira didn’t get what these two meant but said, "Yes, he is. I should have thanked him for reminding me. I forgot."

Natalie sighed and mumbled as she settled on the sofa, "You’ll get tired of thanking him all the time."

They talked for a while, and Meira left for her home, where Julia sent a warm meal for her.