"Becca." Howard finally noticed her, and called out hoarsely.
Rebecca Quentin wanted to smile at Howard, but tears were already spilling from her eyes as she walked towards him, suddenly feeling weak.
Fortunately, Howard stood up just in ti to support Rebecca Quentin.
Rebecca Quentin imdiately collapsed into Howard’s arms.
"What’s wrong, are you feeling unwell?" Howard asked her with a face full of concern.
Rebecca Quentin shook her head, raising her tear-filled eyes to look deeply at Howard.
"Why are you crying again?" Howard tenderly wiped away the tears at the corners of Rebecca’s eyes.
Rebecca Quentin slowly smiled, and her luminous smile faintly radiated a gentle and serene glow, making him montarily lost in thought.
Howard supported Rebecca Quentin to sit down by the crib, squatting in front of her, their eyes eting at the sa level. He held her hand gently, and asked softly, "Are you feeling discomfort because of the pregnancy?"
"No."
"Then what’s the matter?"
She didn’t know what was happening either, only that she couldn’t withstand such a warm scene...
She had never experienced such a beautiful emotion, she was flustered, yet her heart felt so sweet.
"Did Andrew... just cry?" Rebecca Quentin’s voice was hoarse due to choking sobs.
"Hmm, you heard him?" Howard smiled faintly, "He cried so fiercely, I’m not sure what kind of temperant he has, couldn’t calm him down. Later, I fed him so more milk and realized he wasn’t full..."
Rebecca Quentin chuckled, "How many milliliters did you feed him before?"
Howard answered seriously, "Wasn’t it one hundred and twenty?"
Rebecca Quentin smiled and muttered, "You think he’s still three months old... He’s now over four months, he needs one hundred and fifty milliliters at a ti."
Howard suddenly realized, "I’ve been neglectful."
"Did he just fall asleep?"
"Yes, after finishing his milk, he just fell asleep."
Rebecca Quentin turned her head to look at Andrew sleeping soundly in the crib.
He was so cute...
His long eyelashes were like two little fans, peacefully shading his eyes, his small mouth, and his handso little face brimd with the rosy red of slumber.
She was thankful she decided to keep him back then, he was their little angel.
"When you were looking at him so intently just now, what were you thinking about?" Rebecca Quentin asked softly.
Howard curled his lips, "I was thinking, Andrew looks so much like , it would be great if you could have a daughter who looks like you..."
"Uh, why should she look like ?"
Howard looked directly at Rebecca, "Because looking like you would be beautiful."
He actually complinted her as beautiful again...
Rebecca Quentin blushed.
Since she was a child, she had heard many complints, but she always felt that most were just flattery. After eting him, compared to his handsoness, her looks seed plain, and all these years, he’s rarely truly praised her beauty...
Rebecca Quentin shyly changed the topic, "Why do you like daughters so much?"
Howard gazed steadily at Rebecca’s rosy face, "Daughters are a bit cuter, and simpler, when they grow up, they can learn piano and dance, dress up beautifully every day, and act charming with ." Speaking of this, Howard chuckled lowly, "just like the feeling you have with your father."
Rebecca Quentin yearned, and asked again, "But I don’t know if it’s a boy or girl in my belly now, what if it’s another boy, what do you plan to do?"
"If it’s a boy, the education will be stricter, but I’d rather nurture his interests and let him have a skill."
Rebecca Quentin was slightly surprised, "You don’t want your son to follow you into business?"
Howard shook his head, "The life of a businessman is too mundane, without cunning, one cannot be a businessman. If he doesn’t use his ti wisely, he won’t be a qualified businessman."
Rebecca Quentin giggled, "Are you saying ’without cunning, there is no business’ about yourself?"
"How dare you catch at my word." Howard got up, pulled Rebecca Quentin, and sat her on his lap, then gently nibbled her earlobe.
Rebecca Quentin felt ticklish from his teasing and couldn’t help but plead, "I take it back... Can’t I take back my words?"
"No."
What followed was a mont of intimate whispers...
Perhaps they were making too much noise, just as Howard was nestling in Rebecca Quentin’s neck, indulging in his "punishnt," Andrew suddenly woke up, opening his innocent, drowsy eyes wide.
"Stop it, our son is awake..."
Howard reluctantly lifted his head from Rebecca’s neck, seeing Andrew in the crib with his big, round, adorable eyes, he couldn’t help but soothe, "Baby, be good, go back to sleep, mommy and daddy are fine..."
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