President’s Sweet Wife

Chapter 372 Making a Child

“So, you want me to wear this every day to my meetings and talk business with people?”

Natalia’s smile froze.

She cleared her throat awkwardly. “Er, actually you can wear it at home too. It’s a gift, so what matters

is the intent, ha ha…”

“The intent?”

The man cocked an eyebrow, thought about it, and reached out.

“Okay. Then on account of your intent, let’s see how it looks.”

Natalia nodded, swallowed, and took his hand.

Archie had a diamond watch on his wrist. She took it off, then undid the string and put it on.

And then there was an awkward scene.

The string was too short to close around his wrist.

Natalia blushed straight from her cheeks to the roots of her ears.

She’d actually stitched the bauble with Nancy when she was bored on set.

Only to kill time.

And the beads were only there because Nancy said it was for good luck, so she’d went “whatever” and

bought them.

So the bauble was for her size. Archie was a man, and his wrist was naturally a different size, so it

didn’t fit.

Archie looked at how her motions were frozen and looked at her with a half-smile. “So this is the

present you prepared for me?”

Natalia was about to cry.

At a time like this, she knew she couldn’t muddle things over.

So she cut her losses and pleaded guilty.

“I was wrong, honey. I promise, I’ll give you a perfect anniversary gift tomorrow, so let’s not talk about

this today, okay?”

Archie stared at her, a hint of mirth showing in his eyes.

“No need to wait until tomorrow. You can give me a great gift today, too.”

Natalia started, then reflexively asked, “What gift is that?”

There came a grip on her wrist and the next second, her body had fallen forward into the man’s arms.

Archie embraced her and set her in his lip, lowering his head and murmuring, “You.”

“…”

Tonight was going to be a wild night.

“Natalia, let’s try for another child, okay?”

Natalia was already too tired to notice the “another” in his line as she mumbled consent.

The man was overjoyed, and after that, there came a storm of pleasure.

The night gave way to dawn.

The next day, Natalia, unsurprisingly, couldn’t get up at all.

By the time she woke, it was the afternoon.

Natalia looked at the bright sunlight outside, exclaimed, and sat up sharply.

The moment she moved, she found that she was sore all over, especially where a certain place felt like

it was ripping apart.

She sucked in a pained breath and fell back down.

At that moment, Archie walked in holding a meal tray.

“You’re awake.”

Natalia looked at him and demanded, “What time is it?”

Archie set the tray down and looked at his wristwatch. “It’s two p.m. What about it?”

“Two?”

Natalia’s eyes widened and her face changed.

“Drat drat drat, I had scenes to shoot in the morning, the director must be looking everywhere for me.”

She searched frantically for her clothes.

Archie smiled, then walked over and stopped her.

“No need to rush. I’ve already called to explain things. You’re not feeling well today and need rest.”

Natalia started, then finally reacted.

“You called?”

“Yeah.”

She exhaled, then grew irritated.

“Archie McCarthy!”

The man replied mildly, “Speaking.”

“Look at what you did last night! I’d have thought I was bitten by a dog if I hadn’t known it was you!”

The man raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “Mrs. McCarthy, you initiated last night, and you enjoyed

every bit of it if I remember things correctly. Why are you blaming me now?”

Natalia flushed bright red. She’d been feeling guilty last night, so she’d agreed when he asked for her

as a gift.

In the beginning, to make things up to him, she really had taken the active role.

Who knew the man would go crazy afterwards? Not a bit of restraint!

Natalia sat on the bed, sulking.

Seeing that she really seemed mad, Archie put away his grin and sat on her bedside, soothing, “Sorry, I

couldn’t hold back last night. Does it still hurt?”

Natalia rolled her eyes at him.

“Yes!”

“I could massage you?”

“No!”

She snapped, then bit her lip, finding it hard to speak.

Still, Archie knew better.

He understood what he’d done last night, so he knew what was up with one look at her expression.

“Sorry. I’ll have people send ointment over.”

Natalia glared at him.

But she didn’t refuse.

She didn’t go anywhere else that afternoon, and Brian delivered the cream soon enough. Archie Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

wanted to rub it on for her, but she wouldn’t let him. Then it dragged on and on as she tried to work on

it herself without getting where it hurt.

In the end, she had to have that man help her anyway.

Natalia swore she’d never done anything this embarrassing!

Archie was really serious applying the ointment, though.

He really had been too rough last night. The woman was delicate, and couldn’t hold up to his nightly

ministrations.

After he finished rubbing the cream on, he helped her put on the clothes that Brian had sent over

before escorting her home.

After today, Natalia rested at home for another two days.

It wasn’t that she hurt so much she couldn’t move, but those marks were just too obvious. They were

all over her neck and body, so there was no way she could go back.

Even if it was fantasy and she could cover her arms, that didn’t mean she could cover her neck.

Anyone who knew their birds and bees could tell what she’d been through at a glance.

Natalia cared about her image, so she insisted on staying home for those two days, until the third day

when the hickey had faded enough to be covered with foundation, and she returned to the cast.

The interior scenes went quickly. There weren’t too many shots left, so it took them only a week to

finish filming.

Over that time, the person who’d gifted Natalia the diamond necklace continued to send flowers and

other presents over every day.

Even if she’d had a break for a few days and wasn’t on set, the presents still arrived.

Even the people who didn’t care to notice in the cast were starting to pay attention.

Everyone was speculating who it was behind the scenes bold enough to publicly court Mr. McCarthy’s

wife.