The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Gift

To thank everyone for taking care of her during her pregnancy, Christine prepared small gifts for everyone in the household during the holiday season.

Sophie, Martha, the driver… even James, and Adrian.

She handed out all the gifts personally, except for Adrian’s and James’s, which she asked Sophie to deliver.

She made aromatherapy sachets by hand – simple little linen pouches filled with marigold petals she’d picked from the backyard and dried on the windowsill overnight.

After hearing from the nurse that Ethan hadn’t been sleeping well, she made one for him, planning to bring it during tomorrow’s hospital visit. With leftover materials, she casually made another one for Adrian.

Meanwhile, Adrian was at the company, accompanied by James and his business assistant Daniel.

They were on the 20th floor of the group’s building, which served as the antique restoration center and required key card access.

The massive restoration center was divided into sections for jewelry, porcelain, and watchmaking, each with its own temperature and humidity controls. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of machinery, with restorers in white coats working in deep concentration.

The Blackwood family had built their fortune on antiques, and Adrian took this part of the business very seriously. He had personally selected the restorers from Europe and Asia – all either from traditional family businesses or graduates of top institutions.

Recently, the group received restoration commissions from a famous French collector, including two well-preserved Sèvres porcelain vases, several complete pieces of jewelry, and three antique pocket watches.

Despite the holiday season, the restorers were working overtime to complete these commissions.

Adrian walked to the watchmaking section, where an elderly craftsman was working on one of the watches.

This was the oldest of the three watches, made in Italy around 1910, with an 18k rose gold case and hand-painted enamel floral dial. Due to its age, the movement had rusted beyond repair.

Daniel stepped forward and said, “Boss, this watch is too damaged to restore. The client gave up the restoration rights this morning, leaving it to our discretion.”

Adrian raised an eyebrow, took the watch from the craftsman, examined it under the light, then looked at the restorer and said coolly, “What’s your proposal for redesigning it?”

The craftsman wiped sweat from his forehead, thought for a few seconds, then replied, “Though the movement is rusted, the hand-painted enamel flowers are remarkably well-preserved, still vibrant. Considering the materials and craftsmanship, I’d suggest converting it into either a brooch or pendant to best showcase the enamel work. As a brooch, we could add period-appropriate Art Deco borders, or as a pendant, it’s perfectly sized for everyday wear.”

Adrian narrowed his eyes, watching the soft pink reflections of the watch under the light.

He set it back on the table with a brief instruction: “Make it a brooch. Use Paraiba tourmaline.”

“Yes, boss.” Daniel quickly noted the request on his pad.

The other restorers in the room exchanged surprised glances at Adrian’s request.

Paraiba tourmaline was one of the world’s rarest gemstones, more expensive than diamonds, with an exquisite rose-pink hue. The boss was being incredibly generous – this century-old pocket watch was certainly in luck.

The craftsman felt conflicted. He wanted to say that this was just a damaged watch, and while antique, it wasn’t exactly priceless – perhaps too modest to warrant such precious stones.

But Adrian had already walked away, leaving the words unspoken.

Since Labor Day was coming, most of the group’s employees were ready for holiday. James told even the busiest restorers to head home early and spend the holiday with their families.

Adrian, as CEO, had no concept of holidays. After leaving the restoration room, he and James went up to his office on the 26th floor, where he began handling documents at his desk.

After briefing Adrian about tomorrow’s schedule, James suddenly remembered something. He pulled out a small bag from his briefcase and placed it on Adrian’s desk.

“Boss, this is from Miss Christine. She wanted to thank you for taking care of her lately.”

Adrian, still reviewing documents, glanced down at the bag on his desk, his gray eyes unmoved.

It was an elegant purple gift bag with simple yellow flowers printed on it and a cliché “Thank you.”

It looked oddly out of place on his desk among the black and white documents.

He remembered last year’s Christmas gift from Christine – a formal, unremarkable signed pen.

Later, during New Year’s, he saw Ethan using an identical pen at their family gathering, drawing in coloring books with the young relatives, smiling.

If he remembered correctly, his own pen had ended up in storage.

Same gifts, different fates.

He continued working until nearly midnight when Harrison called, asking if he wanted to grab a late-night meal.

Adrian rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling wide awake despite the late hour.

Before leaving, he opened the purple gift bag and found a small aromatherapy sachet inside. He stuffed it back in the bag and tossed it into his drawer.

It hadn’t been a week since Harrison’s bachelor party, and this late-night gathering was obviously going to be similar. He’d rented an entire floor of a KTV in the city center.

That was just Harrison’s style – living for pleasure and entertainment, always finding excuses to party with his friends. His family wealth certainly enabled this lifestyle. His parents’ real estate business was booming, and he’d opened several nightclubs using his trust fund.

A couple years ago, his parents had invested in several high-end clinics in the city. Adrian and other friends had bought shares too, contributing millions in medical equipment and receiving annual dividends – it was the same clinic where Marcus had recommended Christine for her check-ups.

Harrison was especially pleased to see Adrian arrive. He quickly put an arm around his shoulder to welcome him. The music was too loud to talk, with their friends singing terribly, and Harrison didn’t dare shout in Adrian’s ear with the bodyguards watching. He just gestured toward the door.

Over twenty beautiful models entered, dressed as bunny girls, Japanese schoolgirls, nurses, flight attendants, and office ladies. Tonight’s theme was clearly cosplay. Harrison whistled at the women, grinning mischievously.

He patted Adrian’s back, mouthing: Take your pick, bro!

The women were all scantily dressed, each finding different ways to show off their voluptuous figures, but Adrian stared at all the exposed skin without a hint of interest in his eyes. He picked up the wine glass from the table and took a small sip.

The kaleidoscope of colored lights played across his face, accentuating his stern features and giving them an even more striking depth. As he lowered his head slightly, his sharp jawline cut a clean, decisive line. His sculptured features gave his deep gaze a predatory quality, and even with his eyes cast down, there was an ethereal coldness flickering at their corners.

The girls had noticed him from the start. The bolder ones waved in his direction, blowing kisses, deliberately adjusting their clothes to showcase their cleavage, all while flashing seductive smiles.

Adrian sat motionless, his expression completely blank. His mind drifted to that morning, to Christine’s upturned smile across the table. All he could think about was yanking her across that table and forcing her down onto his crotch, force her onto his lap and thrust into her violently

His face might have been ice-cold, but his cock was burning hot.

Even after returning to the office from home, when he stepped out of the car, the prominent bulge in his trousers was still unmistakable. James, noticing his state, had cautiously approached with a suggestion: “Miss Kiko is still in N City, hasn’t returned to Japan yet. Should I call her to—”

Adrian had given him a dangerous look.

“Get out,” was all he said.

He didn’t believe Christine had affected his sexual function. But that night, as Kiko stood before him, seductively peeling off her see-through outfit, he saw Christine’s pleasure-wracked face through the floor-to-ceiling windows instead. He saw her biting her lower lip, too ashamed to make a sound, her dark hair wildly shaking with each of his thrusts. Her nose and the corners of her eyes flushed a seductive pink, tears like delicate pearls about to shatter gathered in her eyes.

Unlike Kiko’s overt sensuality, Christine only knew how to endure, letting out suppressed moans. When she couldn’t take his pounding anymore, she’d lift her head and beg him to stop between broken sobs.

Perhaps it was because she was his brother’s wife – this forbidden transgression made fucking her feel exceptionally thrilling.

Just thinking about it made his cock start to harden again.

At this thought, Adrian stood up, set down his wine glass, and headed for the exit, his eyes cold enough to freeze.

“Yo Boss, where you running off to?!” Harrison chased after him, but seeing Adrian walk away without even a glance back, he muttered “fuck” under his breath. Suddenly getting an idea, he turned back to his bros with an exaggerated wink: “Holy shit, this ain’t right! These chicks are all premium grade, hand-picked by yours truly! You think… maybe Adrian can’t get it up anymore? Lost his mojo with the ladies?!”

Chase nearly threw his microphone. “You fucking idiot, watch your mouth!”

Harrison burst out laughing. “Hahaha, chill out bro! I’m talking about the Boss, THE BOSS! Why you getting all worked up, huh? Who exactly did you think I was talking about?”

Chase stopped his singing, pushed away the model in his arms, and made a move to beat the shit out of Harrison.

Everyone was used to their antics. Ryan didn’t even try to stop them, telling them to take their fight elsewhere so he could keep admiring the models.

Meanwhile, Adrian returned home and went straight to the second floor, stopping at Christine’s bedroom door. He opened it and watched her in the dim hallway light.

Christine was asleep, her chest rising and falling softly with each breath. His gaze fell to her flat stomach, where new life was growing.

His child.

Christine had called yesterday to tell him she’d just had it confirmed – she was pregnant.

Lucky for her, she’s pregnant.

Otherwise, Adrian would have fucked her until she broke on this very bed.