Eleanor shot her husband a look of pure exasperation. "The rooftop is too windy, honey. A garden wedding is much more elegant for our family."
Hearing them argue about the wedding venue, Lyvana couldn't help but pity the huge challenge awaiting their wedding planner. After all, Isabel's opinion hadn't even been factored in yet. Amused by the impending chaos, she giggled softly from under Julian.
The chairman and Eleanor both stopped talking instantly, their eyes moving toward the sofa.
Julian didn't move to get up. Instead, he just shifted his position slightly to keep Lyvana comfortable, looking up at his parents with a calm expression.
Underneath him, Lyvana tried to get up, but Julian effortlessly held her down.
"As you can see, we are a bit busy right now," he said smoothly.
Eleanor's eyes went wide as she noticed Lyvana's bare legs peeking out from behind Julian. A huge, knowing smile instantly spread across her face.
