She shook her head and walked forward: "I can’t be bothered with you."
Hunter Warren grabbed her hand: "Where are you going?"
"Going to pick up my pair of children so they can bring joy to me."
Seeing the smile on her face, Hunter’s lips curved as he stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her shoulders: "Let’s go, together.
I also desperately need our children to distract me.
Otherwise, I might want to dismantle their mother down to the bones."
Faye Townsend turned her head and playfully glared at him: "Hey, middle-aged uncle, do you have no conscience?"
"Do you want to test if I have a conscience?"
"Oh," Faye gave him a sweet smile with a sidelong glance: "I really don’t need to. I’ve already imagined it.
You’re not only ruthless, but you swallow people whole.
When I was young, you didn’t nibble around. Now that I’ve aged, you suddenly remember to do so. No thanks."
Hunter Warren ruffled her hair: "So yes, I’ve regretted it so much that I could turn my intestines blue.
That’s why I said I need to make up for everything from before.
As the disadvantaged party, you must ensure you take good care of me."
"Disadvantaged?" Faye raised an eyebrow, provocatively poking his chest.
"Are you sure I’m the disadvantaged one here?
How come I remember that it was me who quietly took you down, and you were completely unaware?"
Hunter lifted her chin: "So, are you bragging about how skillful you are for secretly tricking me into bed?"
After he said that, he lowered his head and bit her lip, and Faye wrapped an arm around his waist as her body leaned in.
If it weren’t night, Faye definitely wouldn’t be this bold.
But on this stretch of road, there were no pedestrians or cars, so she felt completely uninhibited.
The two lingered on for a while before finally parting, and Hunter whispered in her ear: "I’ll deal with you again tonight."
Faye winked and grinned mischievously: "Who’s to say who will deal with whom."
"I’ve decided, I will rise up and sing the song of liberation, Hunter Warren, you’d better be careful with your kidney."
Hunter raised an eyebrow teasingly as he looked at her: "Then I’ll be waiting for my wife to rise up."
It sounded... a bit awkward.
Once the slave rises, they’re still a slave, right?
"I’m going to rise and become the master."
Hunter burst into hearty laughter, she was indeed clever, quickly catching on.
Watching Hunter laugh like that, Faye couldn’t help but laugh too.
The gloom in her heart seemed to be swept away all at once.
Yes, whose life doesn’t encounter a bit of a mess?
When you encounter a mess, you should figure out how to clean it up or navigate around it, not eat it, right?
How could she let a disgusting mess mess up her normal life?
With Hunter by her side, she believed in him.
No matter how bad the mess, he would clean it up for her.
Thinking so, Faye naturally looped her arm through his, off to pick up the kids.
Richard Townsend is a capable guy; barely over a month after marriage, Eliana Brooke had good news.
This was truly delightful news for Faye.
Eliana discovered she was pregnant while visiting the hospital due to bleeding outside of her menstrual cycle.
Since there were signs of a threatened miscarriage, Faye had her set aside all work to focus on resting safely in the hospital.
At noon, Hunter accompanied her to the hospital to see Eliana.
When they arrived, Richard was taking care of her.
Faye expressed her surprise, wondering when did her brother become someone who could take care of others?
It really gave her a little shock.
"I came to see my sister-in-law and my future little nephew, is that not okay?"
Richard gave her a sideways glance: "Don’t you know the patient needs rest?
If you want to be crazy, fine, but why drag Second Master along?"
Eliana immediately reproached Richard upon hearing his words.
"Richard, how can you talk like that?"
"Am I wrong?" Richard pouted.
Faye smiled: "Yeah, you’re right this time.
We won’t disturb my sister-in-law’s recovery, I just wanted to check how she’s doing.
Look how tense you are, rest assured, we won’t eat your wife."
Eliana blushed with embarrassment.
Richard rolled his eyes at her: "Are you still dreaming?"
"I’m awake, it’s you who isn’t, right?"
Faye’s words had a hidden meaning, if Richard was not foolish, he would understand.
He clearly knew why he was so nervous about Eliana.
This child might just become a turning point in their lives.
Richard couldn’t care less about her sarcasm, and pointed at the door.
"Alright, you’ve seen her, now you can leave."
Faye didn’t argue, she looked at Brooke saying: "Sister-in-law, take good care of yourself, let my brother know if you need anything, don’t let yourself suffer."
Eliana, glowing with maternal radiance, nodded: "Okay."
As they went downstairs, he held her hand tightly, gently kneading it.
Contentment surged inside Faye: "It always feels like with my brother having a child, the Townsends have an heir."
"That’s right, because you’ve given birth to the heirs of the Warren Family."
"Oh," Faye rolled her eyes at him.
"Actually, I have some regrets."
"What kind of regrets?"
"When you were pregnant, I wasn’t even able to be by your side, I kept hurting you instead.
I had no idea what it felt like to become a father for the first time...
Faye, should we perhaps start planning for a second or even third child?"