Surprised Wife With Twins

"Have I agreed to give birth again?" Jennifer jumped to her feet anxiously, wishing to grab the phone. "Don't make a promise to them easily and then break your word. Once you promise them, you need to do it."

"Of course. I will do it." Ivan dragged her hand down, feeling delighted. “I'm not going to break my word."

The children giggled on the other end of the line.

Suddenly, a car was parked in the yard behind the Lamborghini. Aubree got off. She didn't take Pippa with her and only came here with a driver.

When she entered the living room, Jordan and Marry were shocked. They hurriedly put away their smiles and bowed at her respectfully, "Good evening, Madam Aubree.”

"Where is Ivan?" Aubree asked expressionlessly.

"Mr. Marsh is upstairs.”

Without letting them inform Ivan and Jennifer, Aubree walked directly upstairs.

Jordan and Marry exchanged a glance with each other, daring not to move.

They were afraid Aubree would make trouble for Jennifer. However, Ivan was with her, so they felt relieved.

conversation had ended in the living room of the

him after taking off her shoes. Pressing her chin on his left shoulder,

daughter looking like you and a son looking like me. How wonderful! Our children are

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me a story, then.” Ivan turned to dart at her, pressing his forehead against hers. "Let me see how good you are telling a story. I'm afraid you might negatively impact

Jennifer stood upright, hitting him while giggling. "You can't look down on me. I put into much effort to take care of them." Ivan enjoyed chitchatting with her. He seized her hand and prompted, "Hurry. I want to listen to a story. Ms. Brooks, can you tell

playing at being cute. You're much older than me, Uncle

a story to Uncle

Aubree had been standing at the door, gazing at the

was

It was from the bottom of his heart. She could tell

felt touched by

difficult for her to connect the current young man with the decisive, competent, and aloof man in the office

his Miss Right, so he

sofa, she looked and behaved exaggeratedly, just like a kindergarten teacher. Seemingly a three-year-old

blinking. His eyes glimmered brightly. A smile played

felt jealous, thinking that Jennifer had fully obtained her