Skyler Jones coaxed, "Alright, alright, no more crying... Don't inherit your mother's tendency to cry easily, or you'll turn into a crybaby."
Christine Quinn glared, "When have I ever cried easily?"
Skyler Jones raised an eyebrow, "Are you saying I'm the crybaby?"
"You..."
The playful banter between her parents made Marilyn Jones break into a smile.
Seeing Marilyn smiling cheerfully, Skyler Jones and Christine Quinn exchanged a glance and reached out to tickle Marilyn's waist...
Marilyn dreaded tickling the most, immediately laughing uncontrollably and begging her parents for mercy.
Upstairs in the villa's second-floor, where Dorian Jones was sleeping soundly, it seemed he could feel the joy downstairs with his parents and sister, as his smile grew wider in his sleep.
As for the love story of Skyler Jones and Christine Quinn, it will never fade away; their love will continue endlessly...
From this moment on, holding hands, growing old together.
France, Paris.
