“Jasper’s back?” Dawson asked as he watched his daughter snoop around.
Wendy immediately tried to act natural and nodded, “Yeah. It was dawn when he returned, though.”
“This little brat. I’ll talk to him later, it’s no good screwing your body over just for work,” Dawson said.
“Weren’t you the same when you were young?” Wendy shot back.
Long used to his daughter taking Jasper’s side, Dawson stretched his neck to look at the room door behind Wendy and asked, “Did Jasper sleep in your room last night?”
Wendy immediately flushed and said embarrassedly, “Stop. What’s with all these questions? I told you he only got back at daybreak. He fell asleep the moment he came back, so what was I supposed to do? Pull him to his room?”
“Fair point. You’d never have the heart to do that,” Dawson teased with a playful chuckle.
“You are so annoying–I’m going to work!” Wendy quickly fled with her purse swinging behind her.
“Hehe, this little brat. He’s finally stopped being so stubborn.”
Dawson was elated when he looked at the closed door.
“My chubby grandchild’s on the way.”
Just then, Tiffany’s voice rang out from downstairs.
“Oh, Big Sis Schuler, you haven’t had breakfast yet.”
“I’m not eating! Oh, and could you please prepare a bowl of hot porridge? Jasp’s back and he’s still sleeping, but he likes to have a bowl of porridge when he awakes, and he only eats it with the Black River pickles; He’ll throw a tantrum if it’s anything else. We have it on the second shelf in the fridge. Bye!”
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