[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem":3,"chapter-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-595":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Evil MC's NTR Harem",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1832044,2438,"Chapter 595 - 595 Yoga","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-595",595,"\u003Cp>Ashley woke up feeling… amazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if she had just experienced the most restful sleep of her entire life—no nightmares, no stress, no guilt weighing on her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just peace. Warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body still tingled faintly, as if the memories of the previous night refused to leave her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was him—Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, Ross wearing Cyril's face. But she didn't know that of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was seated at the edge of the bed, placing a steaming plate of food on the bedside table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eggs, toast, meat, a bit of fruit—nothing fancy, but the kind of meal made with care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smell alone made her stomach growl in betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only then, as she shifted slightly under the covers, that Ashley realized she was back in her own bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked, disoriented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where's Cyril?\" she asked softly. Her voice was hoarse from sleep and a little uncertainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless of everything that had happened—everything he had done—Cyril was still her husband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn't look at her immediately. Instead, he adjusted the tray and straightened a napkin before responding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't know,\" he said casually. \"He's gone. Probably holed up in some hotel somewhere in the city. He don't have the face to talk to you now, Ashley.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashley fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence stretched between them like a taut string, one neither dared pluck too hard. She didn't know where to begin, what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her emotions were too much—twisting around inside her, conflicting and confusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Part of her was furious. Furious at being played. Furious at being fooled, seduced, manipulated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another part—the quiet part, the one buried deep—felt something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something warmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she was honest, the time she spent with Ross… it had been one of the most precious, freeing, happy moments she'd ever had. It made her feel alive. Wanted. Seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned to say something, anything—but Ross beat her to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eat first. Talk later,\" he said gently, his voice low but firm. \"Remember—you're not just eating for yourself anymore. You already have our baby inside you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath caught at that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn't wait for her to respond. He picked up the tray and scooped a spoonful of scrambled eggs, holding it out for her like she was delicate, like she might break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashley stared at him, wide-eyed, torn between exasperation and something dangerously close to affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm not a baby,\" she muttered, trying to sound annoyed as she pushed his hand away. \"I can feed myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross only chuckled under his breath and let her take the tray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sat up slowly, adjusting the blanket around her chest. Even as she started to eat in silence, her thoughts refused to quiet down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This—he—wasn't supposed to make her feel this way. He had been part of the trick, part of the game that made her question everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet his gestures…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tenderness in his voice, the way he looked at her like she was the most important person in the world—it felt real. Too real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashley hated herself a little for enjoying it. For finding comfort in his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For feeling the subtle swell of joy at knowing she wasn't alone in this—not really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She chewed quietly, her eyes drifting toward Ross, who now leaned against the wall, watching her—not with smugness, not with arrogance, but with a strange softness that made her heart ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And though no words were spoken, a thousand unspoken questions hovered in the air between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perfect. That's a good beautiful woman right there,\" Ross praised with a smirk as Ashley leaned back in the bed, having polished off every last bite of the meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes sparkled with satisfaction, watching her like an artist admiring his finished masterpiece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't expected anything less—after all, he was the one who made it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ross didn't cook like an ordinary man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cooking skills had reached a level where even immortals, with their refined palates and access to heavenly delicacies, would kneel just for a single taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't arrogance—it was truth backed by experience. His dishes didn't just satisfy hunger; they enchanted the senses, stirred the heart, and, most importantly, softened even the most stubborn of women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross knew that conquering a woman's heart wasn't always about wealth or words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, it was about flavor—about making her feel something with every bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His kitchen prowess had been one of his most powerful tools, and it had never failed him. Tonight, once again, it had done its magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mmm…\" Ashley licked the corner of her lips slowly, still trying to process what she'd just eaten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes remained slightly dazed, as though she'd been momentarily transported to another world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What… was that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked, placing a hand over her stomach. It was almost as if the food hadn't just filled her—it had awakened something in her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't even know what I just ate,\" she whispered. \"But it was… it was insane. Like, everything I've ever had before this was just cheap garbage compared to what you just made. I swear, my taste buds were crying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross chuckled as he wiped down the counter, amused by her stunned reaction. \"Told you I could cook. You didn't believe me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashley narrowed her eyes slightly, still skeptical. \"Okay, but seriously—did you put something in it? A love potion, maybe?\" Her tone was teasing, but there was a flicker of suspicion in her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A love potion?\" Ross laughed, a deep, rich sound that filled the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to her, his expression shifting into something far more confident—cocky, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do I really look like the kind of guy who needs to resort to such low-class tricks?\" He tossed the cloth aside and walked over to her, leaning in close. \"And besides…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave her a slow, almost smug grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why would I need a love potion when I've already put a baby inside you, Ashley?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath caught. Just like that, the playful atmosphere shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashley's eyes widened, and her hand unconsciously moved to her flat belly, resting there as if trying to confirm the truth in his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't speak. Couldn't. The weight of his sentence hung heavy in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A baby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was quiet for a moment, the realization sinking in deeper with each passing second. The warmth of the food in her stomach now felt different—more personal, more symbolic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't just a meal anymore. It was a beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross watched her with quiet satisfaction. He didn't gloat further. He didn't need to. Her silence was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashley finally looked up at him, eyes soft with emotion and a thousand thoughts behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…You're impossible,\" she whispered, her voice barely audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross simply smiled. \"And you're glowing already, honey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief silence settled between them, thick with unspoken questions, before Ashley finally cut to the heart of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who are you really?\" she asked, her voice low but steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn't miss a beat. \"I'm a secret operative for the government. Spy work, black ops, the kind of stuff that never makes it to the news,\" he said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't ask who 'they' are—I wouldn't tell you even if you did. That's why no one knows your husband Cyril has a brother. A twin, at that. My records? Wiped clean.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an easy, convenient cover—one that gave him room to maneuver and just enough mystery to be believable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashley stared at him, trying to process the weight of it. It sounded like something out of a movie, but something about the calm in his voice made her believe it—at least a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What… what do you want to do now?\" she asked quietly. \"Are you leaving? Me and our baby?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She'd seen movies about secret agents. Mysterious men living double lives, vanishing for months, risking everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't know how accurate those were—but the thought of being left behind, raising a child alone, filled her with anxiety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Simple,\" Ross said, flashing a half-smile. \"I'll take care of you and our baby, of course. But with the nature of my job, I might disappear for long stretches. It's not ideal—but I'll always come back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, it was a manageable situation. A little side story that could even add some thrill to his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashley took a long, slow breath. Her thoughts spun in a whirlwind—too many changes, too fast. Her heart was conflicted. Ross was offering a future, but it was one laced with uncertainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me think first,\" she said softly. Her voice trembled just enough to reveal how overwhelmed she felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross gave a small nod, respectful of her space. He knew better than to push.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long pause, Ashley finally looked up. Her eyes were tired but resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to talk to my husband first,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course,\" Ross replied gently. \"I'll even help you set it up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashley's lips curved into a faint smile, the first in a while. \"Thank you, Lyric.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hoped, deep down, that somehow she could return to a peaceful life—even if peace now felt more complicated than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>",1527,"2026-06-09T06:18:57.662Z",1,"novelbin.me","4eb2c465cb30ed6467ddf7f46d5050afb3e79f70de67f7c7924fd3b233b8ad81","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-596","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-594",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]