Jasper Shaw was surprisingly adaptable. Even after eating from a street stall, he still seemed to want more.
As they were leaving, Chloe Sinclair could tell Jasper Shaw was a little disappointed he hadn’t gotten to try the crayfish they saw earlier.
After a moment’s thought, Chloe Sinclair said, "How about this? When we have some free time, I’ll buy some crayfish, and we can cook them ourselves."
Jasper Shaw froze for a second, then nodded, but corrected her, "I’ll cook. You can rest."
Chloe Sinclair didn’t need to do a thing.
He was willing to do anything and everything for Chloe Sinclair.
Chloe Sinclair stopped in her tracks and suddenly asked, "Then who’s going to mop the floors?"
"Me?"
"Who’s going to wash the dishes?"
"I will."
"And who’s going to have the baby?"
"I will—"
Jasper Shaw paused, his face flushing red. "That... might not be possible."
The technology for men to give birth doesn’t exist yet.
But the thought that Chloe Sinclair was willing to have his baby made Jasper Shaw’s heart POUND.
Seeing Jasper’s expression, Chloe Sinclair burst out laughing.
She teased, "Who said anything about having your baby!"
It was just a joke, but Jasper Shaw thought about it seriously. "It’s better not to have kids," he said.
’A kid would just compete with me for her, and for her attention.’
’Whether it’s a sweet little girl or a little terror, I definitely don’t want one.’
Jasper Shaw’s words were rather childish. Chloe Sinclair rolled her eyes, deciding not to pursue the topic any further.
’If we keep talking about this,’ she thought, ’he’ll probably have the rest of our lives planned out in the next five minutes.’
So she changed the subject. "I’ve already told my family about us."
Hearing this, Jasper Shaw felt a phantom sting on his face.



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