Surprised Wife With Twins

Thinking that her daughter had grown up and would marry a man, Shirley felt a sharp pang in her heart.

Mya's face when she was little flashed through Shirley's mind. They were so clear and close.

She still couldn't believe her baby girl had grown up and would love a man.

She had to admit time flew too fast.

Clarence heaved a sigh and continued, “We're her parents, so we shall not stop her. Instead, we need to help her filter the boys. Finnley is decent. After all, he works for Ivan.”

Shirley wondered if he was calm because it was Finnley.

If it were another man, Clarence would skin him alive.

“He’s decent, but it doesn't mean he'll be a good husband or a perfect match for Mya.” Shirley has a different point of view. “Think it's like doing business? Anyway, we cannot allow them to be together so easily. Mya shouldn't have hidden it from us.”

“They haven't been to register in the City Council secretly, have they? They are still dating.”

wrinkled face in confusion. “You...” Her gaze became harsher and

say wrong?” Clarence asked patiently. “Honey, to be honest, have you known this long ago?” The more Shirley wondered, the fishier

stood upright. “Absolutely not.” They locked eyes. Clarence didn't feel guilty, so he calmly looked into

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Arkpool City was gorgeous today. The sunset glory was

home directly. With Catherine's bank card in her

taking a bus, she hailed

she watched the sparkling lights inside the mall,

breath, stood upright, and strode into the shopping

her first time coming here. In the past, she often bypassed

affluent families. Couples in polished outfits bypassed her. Pretty girls held wealthy

them, Linda was envious, wishing she could

to look for some

clothing store. A tall saleswoman walked up to her warmly. “Good evening, Ma'am. What can I do

embarrassed, wondering if such a poor girl in shabby clothes could afford their branded outfits. “Ma’am, are you window shopping here?" the saleswoman asked kindly. Then she whispered to Linda, “We're a luxury shop. Each piece costs over one

man entered with a young

“I know you are a luxury shop, but