She brought him up.
"Let's wait a little longer," Javier Sinclair said. "With his current Cultivation, it shouldn't be long before he ascends to this realm. Our son is a grown man now; you don't need to worry about him."
Celeste Grant chuckled. "I'm not worried, I just miss him. I carried Annie for ten months. Don't you miss him?"
"What nonsense are you talking?" Javier Sinclair gently patted her shoulder and said in a low voice, "Annie is my own son. What father in the world doesn't miss his child?" He had raised their son for so long; his attachment was just as deep as hers.
As they talked, Celeste Grant leaned against him.
She rubbed her belly and murmured, "I'm so bored, Archfiend. Why don't we go out and have some fun?" Suddenly, she sat up straight and turned to look at Javier Sinclair. "Oh, right. There's something I almost forgot."
He raised an eyebrow slightly. "What is it?"
