No Remarriage for us Stay Away (Lenora and Zachary) novel Chapter 514

Chapter 514 Pregnant Before Marriage
Zachary glanced at her and said, “Stanley has this slight advantage over me.”

Lenora was rendered speechless.

Harrietta was all ears, attentively listening to the conversation between the two. Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked, “Didn't Uncle Stanley just get married? How is it that Aunt Mindy has already given birth?”

“That's because Aunt Mindy was pregnant before she got married. It's called being pregnant before marriage,” Lenora explained earnestly.

Harrietta nodded thoughtfully.

Zachary couldn't help but say, “When you grow up, Hattie, you shouldn't let that happen to you, okay?”

Zachary was already starting to worry.

Lenora gave a small laugh when she heard those words.

Harrietta tilted her head back, blinked, and said, “However, you and Aunt Lenora haven't remarried, right?”

Zachary struggled to find a response.

Eventually, he said, “It's a different situation when it comes to Aunt Lenora and me.”

“What is different?”

Zachary glanced at Lenora, changing the subject. “Hattie, aren't you happy about having a new little one to play with? We'll see him soon!”

Harrietta reluctantly replied, “All right, then.”

“What's wrong? Don't you want a new playmate?”

Harrietta nestled into Lenora's embrace, lifting her gaze to meet hers. “I prefer the little one Aunt Lenora is giving birth to.”

“What if she gives birth to a girl?”

“I'll still like her.”

Upon arriving at the mall's hair salon, with Harrietta's assistance, the hairstylist gave her a thin, straight fringe.

Her fringe obscured her full forehead, drawing the eye downward to immediately notice Harrietta's round, large, and dark eyes. Her small, perfectly shaped nose and delicate skin were utterly adorable.

Adding to the fact that some children would tend to cry and fuss during haircuts, Harrietta's well-behaved and cooperative demeanor was quite endearing. The hairstylist couldn't help but shower her with continuous praise.

After leaving the hair salon, the trio headed to KFC, where Harrietta ordered a feast with a few clicks.

While they were waiting for their meal, Lenora got up and said, “I'm going to the restroom. Do you want to come along, Hattie?”

Harrietta furrowed her brows, taking a moment to gauge the situation, then said, “Okay.”

She smoothly slid off her seat, took Lenora's hand, and walked out together.

There was no restroom in that particular KFC. Lenora led Harrietta out, and following the signage, they found the public restroom within the mall.

There weren't many people inside, and the sink was shared by both men and women.

Harrietta was the first to emerge from the partition, washing her hands while standing on her tiptoes.

The faucet nearby was turned on, and in the corner of her eye, she saw a man's figure. Harrietta shut off the water, casually glancing to the side, and noticed an elderly foreign man.

The foreign old man was also looking back at her.

His eyes were deep-set, his nose prominent, and streaks of white ran through his temples. He looked at Harrietta with a kind gaze. Taking the initiative, he stepped forward to strike up a conversation, “Kiddo, what's your name?”

The language used was Uprian.

Harrietta glanced at the passersby nearby, then looked up at him, blinked, and responded in Uprian, “My name is Carol.”

She gave him her Uprian name.

“Carol? That's a lovely name. Do you know who I am?” asked the foreign old man.

Harrietta shook her head.

The foreign old man was about to say something else when Lenora emerged from the restroom. Seeing an unfamiliar middle-aged foreign man standing in front of Harrietta, she called out, “Hattie.”

“Aunt Lenora.” Harrietta smiled at the foreign old man before taking the initiative to walk over to Lenora's side.

The foreign elderly man's gaze shifted from Harrietta to Lenora. His eyes were indifferent and stern, scanning the woman before him from head to toe.

His gaze was piercing, impossible to ignore.

After washing her hands with a calm demeanor, Lenora turned to look at the middle-aged foreigner.

Their eyes met, and the middle-aged man's expression was inscrutable.