Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 316

Hamilton's heart was tinged with bitterness.

It seemed this woman had never truly believed he could keep her safe.

He couldn't blame anyone but himself for that.

When they had reconciled, he had promised her that she would never come to harm again.

Yet, in the end, he had still caused her pain.

But the thought of letting her go was something he couldn't bear.

His woman, his child—how could he possibly stand by and watch them leave?

He wasn't naive enough to believe that if he let her go, she would return once the child was older.

She probably hadn't fully forgiven him yet. Her current amiability likely stemmed only from the fact that he was the father of her child.

If he truly let her go this time, she might never come back.

"Ms. Jenkins, can't you spare a little pity for me? If you and the kid leave, what's left for me? A lonely man with no purpose?"

Natalia wanted to say something, but looking at the man before her, she ultimately couldn't bring herself to do it.

Besides, leaving wasn't as easy as just saying it.

Her current position, unless for an international assignment, required layers of approval to leave the country, and even then, she would be under surveillance.

But there had been no news of an assignment.

International travel approvals were never easy to come by.

She quietly watched out the window, her mind haunted by the venomous gaze of that bastard son.

With Delilah, she could try to avoid him, but that man's mere look truly frightened her.

She had experienced his malicious schemes and been hurt by them.

She didn't want to go through it again.

She could handle being on her own, even if it meant avenging her mother, she wouldn't just leave.

But she couldn't ignore the child within her.

Hamilton's fingers gently caressed her cheek.

Natalia, irritated, swatted his hand away.

His gruff demeanor somehow lifted Hamilton's spirits.

He held her hand, his palm resting on her stomach.

"Can I come over tonight and tell her a story?"

Natalia pushed him away and got out of the car.

"There's no need."

But when Hamilton showed up with a storybook that evening, Natalia didn't refuse.

She could already feel the distinct movements of the baby.

Every time Hamilton touched her stomach or pretended to engage in prenatal education, just as an excuse to be close, the baby seemed especially active.

Sometimes Natalia thought, maybe it's because they share the same blood.

She needs her father, too.

Natalia, dressed in a loose nightgown, was sitting on the bed, holding an English novel.

Hamilton walked over and embraced her.

"What story does she want to hear today?"

Natalia glanced at the collection of fairy tales in his hand and after a while said, "She can't really understand any of it. She just likes hearing your voice."

Hamilton looked at Natalia. "Then, can I read to you? Like back in River State when you used to read to me."

After a brief silence, Natalia pushed him away, "Just read to the child."

Hamilton lay beside her, taking the English novel from her hands.

"Close your eyes and rest for a bit. I'll read to both of you."

Natalia didn't refuse again. She lay down, and Hamilton drew her into his embrace.

The deep, fluid English that came from Hamilton's mouth had a unique charm.

Despite herself, Natalia couldn't help but open her eyes.

Her gaze rested on the man's cheeks.

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