Rosie Scott was well aware of the situation. At this moment, if she said she didn't want to, the consequences could be unimaginable. He was incredibly busy these days, so she'd go along with him now and find a time to evade it later.
The girl's cheeks were pinched into a pout, and after thinking it through, she relaxed. Wrapping her arms around the man's waist, she smiled and asked, "So, do you prefer a boy or a girl, hubby?"
Charles Anderson's starry eyes twinkled, and dark waves surged deep within his black pupils. He released her chin from his grip, his large hand moved to the girl's lower back, "Whatever you give birth to, I will love."
The girl lowered her gaze to hide the anxiety in her eyes, her lower back tingled with numbness. This move felt like walking a tightrope, one misstep and she'd fall into an abyss. "I heard from Jack Hugh that you fell ill; with how busy you've been lately..."
