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When Natalie fell into the water, she swam to the farthest comer in no time, keeping a wide berth from him.
Perched above her, Brian looked down with an intense and unreadable gaze. He began to strip off his clothes,
and it was only then that Natalie cursed her stubbornness. He might have let her go it she had softened and
listened to him earlier.
She knew that Brian was the type to yield to tenderness, not force.
Left in nothing but his boxer briefs, he made his way into the pool step by step. Natalie was so flustered that she
didn’t know where to look.
“Chere,” he said, his voice a low command.
Weighing up her options, Natalie dutifully cback to his side, her gaze downcast, “I'm beat,” she confessed.
Brian's earlier words turned out to be his way of teasing her.
He grabbed a big fluffy towel from the side and draped it over her shoulders, pulling her into his embrace and
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Natalie didn’t struggle. Her cheeks flushed from the hot spring steam, and she sat still in his arms.
Brian's hand gently circled through the towel and pressed the spot where she had been injured before.
The stitches from her old wound had left a scar barely an inch long. Even through the fabric, Brian could feel it.
He had planned to bring her there for a while, knowing the hot springs would help her heal.
“Natalie,” he whispered her name, letting out a sigh, “What am | going to do with you?”
If she weren't so headstrong, if she would yield a little, they wouldn't be in this mess.
He had thought bitterly of all the wasted years when she abandoned Nate. She was like an ingrate, siding with
her mother against him and leaving their son behind.
In his eyes, no woman could be more cold-hearted than Natalie.
Leaning against Brian's shoulder, Natalie didn’t look up at him. She had thought about mending their
relationship, too. In the first few months abroad, she had been
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on the verge of a breakdown, her previous struggles with depression nearly resurfacing. She couldn't live without
Brian.
But Brian had abandoned her first, discarded her, indifferent to her fate and their child. How could she ever
forget that?
And yet, he had moved on, fathering a child with another woman, doting on someone else, without guilt for their
late son, Zephyr.
He didn’t care about it, but she did.
“It’s too late for all that,” Natalie said with a bittersweet smile, her voice soft.
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Brian's hand, still resting on her scar, froze.
“Do you know why | had that severe bleeding last month?” Natalie lifted her eyes, her gaze settling faintly on
Brian.
“It was a complication from the difficult birth.” Her tone was casual as if she was discussing the weather.
Brian's expression shifted subtly, his eyes focused on her, silent.
“Whenever the muscle spasms in pain there, | think of our son,” she continued, maintaining her smile and
peaceful tone.
It was a pain, both physical and emotional, which she had endured countless times over the past three years.
She had becalmost numb to it.
Natalie had not intended to reveal so much, but since Brian had brought it up and they were alone, she thought
it was the understood.
She also wanted to know if he, who loved Nate so much, had ever felt a fraction of the pain for their son Zephyr.
Brian watched her quietly for a long moment before asking softly, “Does it hurt every tyou have your
period?”
Natalie let out a weary sigh, offering no reply.
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