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 asked,

went upstairs

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

did not think much about it, "Maybe he's just tired from working, otherwise he wouldn't

made sense to Natalie

said, "If he's feeling fatigued, I'll order the kitchen to cook some

stood up once she heard this, "Don't call the helpers for

was surprised by her statement, "You know how

her eyes, Selina was a well-cared and spoiled daughter of a rich family,

on Selina's face, "No, but

would be nourishing for the body. Once that was over, she washed

passed, the fragrant

taste, and found that it

for dinner yet, but she was excited to let Matthew try her good

as she

she should be a

to act out

a bowl with soup. Then, she carefully

still felt a little hot, even though she had already worn a pair of insulation gloves to prevent herself from getting

of her lips curled

display of devotion

a thought in her mind,

a woman head over heels in

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

saw Matthew standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his back

bed as he was so tired. It never occurred to her that he would just be

out

He did not respond.

felt a bit light-headed

was so tired

stepped towards him and raised

did he

his eyes looking

at the bowl in her hands and said with an expectant tone, "This is for you.

specially for you.

has drunk it yet.

inve

Aren't I treating you

cheery smile, waiting for his words

her, not sparing her a single

caught

this afternoon. Was he so burnt out that he had lost his

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

"Yes, I heard."

handed the bowl in her hands to him and said,

failed to respond once

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