My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

She pouted and after a moment, she looked at me and said, "When are you and Hendrix planning to have your second baby? You've been back in Jarold City for so long, so why haven't you gotten pregnant yet? Please tell me it's not because Hendrix is too old and can't make babies!"

I was rendered speechless for a moment. Then, I laughed and said, "He's only thirty-five. Why can't he do it? Don't talk nonsense."

She rested her head on her hands and asked, "Then, why not have a second child?"

I smiled, "Just Anne is enough." I thought to myself, "Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to do that."

She frowned, "Arianna, Hendrix is a man though. Although the elders of the Roberts Family haven't given him pressure, they will still be worried. You should take him into account and go have a baby as soon as possible!"

I clenched my fists. Then, I looked at her and asked, "Why are there so many people from the Moore Family even though it isn't time for the baby shower yet?"

Seeing that I had changed the topic, she pursed her lips and said, "The tradition in Jarold City is to send gifts. Usually, the gifts are just from relatives and friends. They'll bring toys and nutritional products over to visit us."

I nodded and heaved a sigh of relief, finally steering the conversation away from the subject.

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laughed and said, "Mr. Roberts has come. He's in the hall.

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