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All at once, Lola laughed. “That makes sense. It’s rumored that they both live under the same roof now, so this is a
golden opportunity. After all, feelings develop alongside interaction.”
At this point in the conversation, John came over with fruits from the kitchen, so Sophia echoed, “That’s true.
Familiarity breeds fondness, just like me and John.”
Lifting his eyes, John swept his gaze over Sophia’s body. The sudden gleam in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by
Sophia, whereupon she abruptly realized that she’d spoken too hastily and used the wrong words. That scoundrel,
John Constance, must have his mind in the gutter again!
Upon hearing her words, Lola giggled. Turning her gaze on John, she changed the topic. “You haven’t gone back to
work, Mr. Constance? Logan keeps harping on how blessed you are.”
John nodded. “I’m indeed blessed. Thanks to my son, I get to enjoy a leisurely life at home.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSophia was truly impressed by his shamelessness. She leaned back against the sofa. “My confinement period will
end in a few days, so hurry up and go back to work. You’re not needed at home.”
John didn’t take her words seriously at all. “Of course, I’m needed. Our son wails and cries for me every night, so
I’ve naturally got to rest up during the day so that I can deal with him at night.”
This brought Sophia up short.
He’s not wrong. For some inexplicable reason, the little guy keeps waking up at night lately and wailing incessantly.
No one can quieten him except John. It’s only when John picks him up that he ceases his cries. None of them knew
why the child always became docile the moment he caught the sight of John when he was misbehaving a heartbeat
ago. At times, Old Mrs. Constance even joked that the little guy could discern faces. The entire family mollified and
indulged him, so he wasn’t afraid of any one of them. John was the only one who kept a straight face with him, so
he was afraid of him, knowing who he could bully and otherwise at such a tender age. Having no retort, Sophia
merely snorted. She then turned and looked at Lola, her gaze falling on her stomach. “Are you still nauseous
recently?” When this subject came up, Lola could only sigh. “Yeah. I feel as though I’m going to hurl my entire
stomach up. And for some reason, I keep waking up in the middle of the night to throw up these days, and it’s so
bad that it persists for the rest of the night.” Sophia nodded. “I understand you all too well.” She then stroked Lola’s
inconspicuous belly. “I hope your little peanut will be a little more considerate of you later on and torture you less.
Hopefully, it’ll also be less demanding during delivery.” Speaking of giving birth, she again recalled the excruciating
agony she experienced back then. It’s truly something I’ll never forget for the rest of my life! As they chatted,
Logan came in from outside a while later. He’d just rushed over from Jefferson Mansion, having been summoned
back by Old Mr. Jefferson for a lesson.
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The first thing he did was to head to the crib. At this time, the little guy was sleeping, his hands lax on both sides of
his head, looking adorable. Upon seeing the child, Logan’s heart melted. “Ah, this little darling is just too cute!”
Sophia chortled. “You’ve never seen him when he’s howling, and no one can quieten him. That’s when he’s truly
cute.” Hooting with laughter, Lola patted her on the arm. “You’re going to make me bust a gut.” Sophia cast a
glance at Logan. “Have your husband relate how he got taught a lesson when he went back. That’ll really make you
bust a gut.” Speaking of this, Logan’s face fell. Whirling around, he stalked over to the sofa and plopped down
beside Lola. “My old man’s temper is truly getting increasingly volatile recently. He said he had a dream last night in
which I punched him. He then woke up in the middle of the night and was so incensed that he couldn’t sleep for the
rest of the night, waiting to summon me over at first light to straighten me out!” Even John at the side dissolved into
laughter, let alone Lola and Sophia. Logan, however, found nothing funny about it. Yanking up his sleeve, he showed
them his arm. “I didn’t even know what had happened when I went back, and he outright rained two blows on me
with his cane, claiming that he wanted to take revenge for last night. Look, it’s still red here where he hit me.”
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