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."

and

upstairs

murmured a small "oh" and said, "He didn't appear to

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

made sense to Natalie

order the kitchen

heard this, "Don't call the helpers for that. I'll

was surprised by her statement, "You know how to make

a rich family, who had never participated

smile lit up on Selina's face, "No, but

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

passed, the

it a small taste, and found that it

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

but just as she reached the foot

out like this, she should be a kind person and serve

act out the part of a virtuous

bowl with soup. Then, she carefully

soup bowl still felt a little hot, even though she had already worn a pair of insulation gloves to prevent

corner of her lips curled up into

wasn't this her display of

mind, she let

a woman head over

door was ajar. Since her hands were not free to open it,

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

was so tired. It never occurred to her

called out to him,

He did not respond.

a bit light-headed

that he was so tired that he was starting to go

him and raised

then did he

around, his eyes looking

pursed her lips at the bowl in her hands and said with an expectant

it specially for

No one has drunk it

inve

to. Aren't I treating you

with a cheery smile, waiting for

Matthew just stared back at her, not sparing her

caught in

this afternoon. Was he so burnt out that he

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

"Yes, I heard."

him and said, "Then drink it.

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