Matthew said, "Selina, I'm feeling a little tired, so let me rest for a while."

His voice was low and husky.

She simply hummed in reply.

She thought that perhaps Matthew really was overworked. After all, there was so much work for this man to do, it shouldn't come to anyone's surprise that he would be exhausted by it. Maybe this was why he had come home so early today.

She said to him, "You should go up and take a break then."

Pursing his lips at her, he walked upstairs.

He went into their bedroom.

Selina's bag was still sitting by the window in the bedroom. That abnormally bulging bag.

His piercing gaze cut through it like a sharp sword.

That bag was such an eyesore. He couldn't help picking it up and tossing it into the wardrobe.

He couldn't believe that Selina was that kind of girl.

Yet he couldn't find a single thing out of place when he received that phone call from her. He couldn't find a single reason to convince himself into believing her.

His headache grew worse as he thought about it.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Natalie was knitting a little sweater meant for a child.

While knitting, she started to smile to herself.

It was a sweater made for her unborn baby.

Her eyes glinted with a sense of anticipation.

She was wondering when her baby would be able to fit into the sweater that she had knitted herself.

All of the Whitlock family members couldn't wait for the arrival of this baby.

Selina then walked over to her and asked, "Natalie, are you making a sweater?"

Natalie nodded back at her and replied, "Yes, it's for my baby."

Selina glanced at her and then abruptly broke out into foolish grin.

Just in that second, a thought had suddenly rushed into her head.

She wondered when the time would come when she would also be carrying a baby, Matthew's child to be exact. And that when she would, just as Natalie was right now, be sitting on the couch knitting a baby's sweater.

Natalie glanced at Selina and asked, "What are you smiling at? Do you find my sweater funnylooking because it is not pretty enough?"

Selina composed herself upon hearing Natalie and joked back, "No, the sweater knitted by my sister-in-law is the most beautiful and unique one in the world!"

Natalie pursed her lips and then replied with a smile, "You are flattering me."

then looked around and

upstairs

"oh" and said, "He didn't appear to be in a good mood

"Maybe he's just tired from working, otherwise he wouldn't have come home so

made sense to Natalie

fatigued, I'll order the kitchen

quickly stood up once she heard this, "Don't call the helpers for that. I'll

was surprised by her statement, "You know

a well-cared and spoiled daughter of a rich family, who had never participated in such mundane

Selina's face, "No, but I can start learning

kitchen to specially ask the chef about which kinds of soups would be nourishing for

passed, the fragrant soup

a small taste,

yet, but she was

call him down, but just as she reached the foot of

like this, she should

have the urge to act out

that, Selina filled a bowl with soup. Then, she

hot, even though she had already worn a pair of insulation gloves to prevent herself

of her lips curled up into

her display of devotion

a thought in her mind, she let loose

heavens, she had now become a woman head over heels

were not free to open it, she kicked the door gently with her

saw Matthew standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling

would be lying in bed as he was so tired. It never

out

He did not respond.

bit

tired that he was starting

him and raised her voice,

then did he

around, his eyes

her hands and said with an expectant tone, "This

it specially for you. I

two hours. No one has drunk it

inve

Aren't I treating you

cheery smile, waiting for his

just stared back at her, not sparing her a single word

breath caught

too strange this afternoon. Was he so burnt out

look of dissatisfaction, "Matthew, didn't you hear what I just said

"Yes, I heard."

to him and said, "Then drink

failed to

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