Julian Keaton snorted.
"I figured as much. With your personality, there's no way you'd have a child so soon to disturb your time alone together."
Knowing his son's temperament, he hadn't expected anything from the start. Julian Keaton's tone was calm. "Don't worry."
'He just hoped this rebellious son of his knew what he was doing.'
After the call ended, Evelyn Grant heard a sound on the stairs. She obediently turned to look, and Preston Keaton walked to her side with a smile, patting her on the head.
"Christmas is almost here. What gift do you want?"
Evelyn Grant thought for a moment, her eyes sparkling as she held up a finger. "I want a baby."
She was being deliberately provocative. She put her bowl on the coffee table and made to flee, but Preston Keaton caught her easily, lowering his head to kiss her lips.
Evelyn Grant whimpered under his kiss, struggling with both hands for a moment. She couldn't budge Preston Keaton at all and only managed to make herself breathless.
