Jocelyn forced a polite smile.
"You don't look old at all. You look very young."
The topic shifted seamlessly.
Penelope laughed. "You have to accept aging when it comes. I don't really care about getting older, I just have a few regrets."
Jocelyn could guess what she was about to say.
From dinner until now, they hadn't mentioned children once.
Either they were estranged from their kids, or they didn't have any.
Penelope let out a heavy sigh.
"My only regret is that I never gave him a child. I've always felt like I owed him that much."
The woman who had been smiling all night suddenly looked profoundly sorrowful.
Jocelyn felt a pang of sympathy.
"I even tried to divorce him once, so he could find someone else to have a family with. But he absolutely refused."
"He told me he didn't marry me just to carry on the family name. He married me because he wanted me."
"He said if I ever divorced him, he'd stay single for the rest of his life."
At the memory, Penelope's smile returned.
"He might look intimidating and serious all the time, but he's actually a huge softie. As long as it's not a matter of moral principle, he's incredibly forgiving."
Jocelyn nodded. "I can tell. He seems like a very honorable man."
Penelope stared at Jocelyn for a long moment.
Jocelyn touched her own cheek. "Is there something on my face?"
Penelope's eyes filled with sudden, overwhelming hope. "Jo, would you consider being my goddaughter?"
Huh?
Jocelyn was pulled into the living room in a daze.
Julian and Quentin were still immersed in their chess match.
Penelope's voice was bright with excitement.
"Quentin, pause the game for a second. We need to talk about something."
Quentin didn't even look up. "Hold on, hold on. Let me finish this match. I'm about to win."
Jocelyn glanced at the chessboard.
About to win?


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More chapters please....
I want Julian to find out the baby is his soon. I want him and Jocelyn together, they are a perfect match....