"Who said anything about having kids?!" Mia Lane jumped up anxiously, reaching out to grab the phone, "Don’t make rash promises! Everything you promise the kids has to be fulfilled!"
"Yeah, I will fulfill them!" Justin Kingston held her hand, rare in high spirits, "This isn’t a rash promise."
A burst of children’s laughter ca from the other end of the phone.
At that mont, a car drove into the yard and parked behind the Lamborghini.
Kristina Kingston got out of the car; she hadn’t brought Mary along, only the driver was with her.
When she walked into the living room, Butler Shelby and Mrs. Zhou were startled and hurriedly put away their smiles, greeting her formally, "Good evening, madam."
"Where’s Mr. Kingston?" she asked expressionlessly.
"Upstairs."
Kristina Kingston didn’t give them a chance to announce her arrival and directly headed upstairs.
Butler Shelby and Mrs. Zhou exchanged glances, standing there without daring to move.
They were worried she might be there to cause trouble for the lady, but with Mr. Kingston around, those worries seed a bit unnecessary.
In the second-floor living room, it was as bright as daylight.
The call had ended, and Justin Kingston sat on the sofa, while Mia Lane, shoes off, sat cross-legged beside him, resting her chin on his left shoulder, massaging his right shoulder, "What nonsense did you promise the kids? Who wants to have kids with you?"
"Why get married if you’re not going to have kids?" he asked deliberately, "Have a daughter who looks like you, then a son who looks like ; wouldn’t that be great? Only kids are real wealth, the kind money can’t buy."
"Do you know how hard it is to raise kids?" Mia Lane complained with a laugh, "I’ve gotten tired of it these years! Every night, I have to tell stories to fall asleep; I’m about to beco the master of stories!"
"Tell a story?" Justin Kingston glanced at her, their foreheads touching, "Let see if your skills aren’t negatively affecting our children’s intelligence?"
"What do you an!" She straightened up and playfully punched him, "Don’t belittle like that! Even if I don’t have major achievents, I’ve worked hard!"
Justin Kingston also particularly enjoyed the playful banter with her, catching her hand, "Co on, I want to hear a story, Teacher Lane, can you satisfy this baby’s curiosity?"
"Hey! Aren’t you tired of this? You’re a whole cycle older than , okay?! Uncle!"
"Alright, then tell it to Uncle!"
Kristina Kingston had sohow been standing at the doorway, her gaze fixed on the two on the sofa.
All she heard was joyous laughter.
Her son’s smiling face was warm and pleasant, genuinely heartfelt; this kind of relaxed and joyful state was sothing Kristina Kingston hadn’t seen in nearly a decade.
The scene tonight deeply moved Kristina Kingston.
It’s hard to associate him with the aloof strategist in the office buildings, calculating and victorious.
Perhaps... eting the right person allows him to be childlike regardless of age?
Mia Lane was telling a story to her son.
She stood on the sofa, animated, just like a kindergarten teacher.
It was as if the person sitting in front of her was a three-year-old child.
And this three-year-old watched her intently, eyes shining, lips smiling, even giving her applause when she finished.
For so reason, Kristina Kingston suddenly felt a pang of jealousy; this woman had completely won over her son’s heart.
"Ahem."
The two on the sofa turned at the sound, and seeing the middle-aged woman at the door, they were both taken aback!
"..." Mia Lane snapped back and hurried to put her shoes on.
Justin Kingston also pulled back his innocent smile, reverting to his usual aloof and distant deanor.
Kristina Kingston regained her composure and stepped inside.
"Hello, Auntie," Mia Lane stood in front of the sofa, feeling sowhat embarrassed.
"Mom, is there sothing you need at this late hour?" he got straight to the point.
As if she couldn’t co if there wasn’t anything.
At that mont, Mia Lane sensed she wanted to speak to her son, so she stepped back, saying, "I’ll make so tea, you two talk." With that, she quickly made her escape to the door, heading downstairs with a thump, thump, thump.
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