Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 383

"Have I agreed to give birth again?" Jennifer jumped to her feet anxiously, wishing to grab the phone. "Don't make a promise to them easily and then break your word. Once you promise them, you need to do it."

"Of course. I will do it." Ivan dragged her hand down, feeling delighted. "I'm not going to break my word."

The children giggled on the other end of the line.

Suddenly, a car was parked in the yard behind the Lamborghini.

Aubree got off. She didn't take Pippa with her and only came here with a driver.

When she entered the living room, Jordan and Marry were shocked. They hurriedly put away their smiles and bowed at her respectfully, "Good evening, Madam Aubree."

"Where is Ivan?" Aubree asked expressionlessly.

"Mr. Marsh is upstairs."

Without letting them inform Ivan and Jennifer, Aubree walked directly upstairs.

Jordan and Marry exchanged a glance with each other, daring not to move.

They were afraid Aubree would make trouble for Jennifer. However, Ivan was with her, so they felt relieved.

The phone conversation had ended in the living room of the second floor.

Ivan was sitting on the sofa, and Jennifer curled up next to him after taking off her shoes. Pressing her chin on his left shoulder, she massaged his right one. "How could you make such a promise? I don't want to give birth again."

"We're married. Why can't we have more children?" Ivan asked deliberately. "Let's have a daughter looking like you and a son looking like me. How wonderful! Our children are our wealth. Priceless."

"Do you know how difficult it is to take care of a child?" Jennifer complained while smiling. "I've been so tired of doing it. Every night, I needed to tell them bedtime stories before they fell asleep. I almost became an expert in stories."

"Tell me a story, then." Ivan turned to dart at her, pressing his forehead against hers. "Let me see how good you are telling a story. I'm afraid you might negatively impact my children's intelligence."

"Oh, come on!" Jennifer stood upright, hitting him while giggling. "You can't look down on me. I put into much effort to take care of them."

Ivan enjoyed chitchatting with her. He seized her hand and prompted, "Hurry. I want to listen to a story. Ms. Brooks, can you tell a bedtime story to Baby Ivan?"

"Hey, stop playing at being cute. You're much older than me, Uncle Ivan."