The sunlight pierced through the clouds like strands of golden thread, crisscrossed, casting patches of shadow on the ground.
After coming back, Rosie Scott took a break for more than half a year; she left Sylvia with Charles when she was at her naughtiest at nine months old.
Having practiced Pamela Reif workouts for a few months, her figure was toned, and from afar, she looked like a young maiden, nowhere near a spicy mom who had given birth.
"Didn't you want to take care of Sylvia? Now I'm entrusting you with a heavy responsibility. From today on, this little one is yours to take care of. As for me, I'm stepping back into the entertainment industry to make my mark again."
"Men are only as fast as I draw my knife." Rosie Scott said with a shake of her head, slipped on her sunglasses with two delicate hands, and got into a white nanny van.
