Following a subtle sigh, Zivon replied, ‘Too dangerous. Next.’
…What was she supposed to say? After scratching the back of her head for a while, Xavia helplessly texted, ‘…Since we’re going to be married in eight days anyway, why don’t we just forget it…?’
‘Look, I just miss you a lot, and I want to hold you close for at least one night… Is that too much to ask for…?’
‘No, but… I really can’t think of a proper excuse…’
‘…Give me a moment to think of one.’
As the two continued texting each other, Yasmin couldn’t help but say, “…You two haven’t met in a while, you know…? Why don’t you put your phones down and chat with each other instead…?”
…Well, they had been doing that…
Since they weren’t saying anything, Maison was quick to exclaim, “Mommy was blushing and all smiles back when she was texting someone while we were in the shower… You said that you had been talking with Daddy, but now that he’s here, why are you still texting someone else? Are you texting some hunk, Mommy? Let me see your phone!”
Before Maison could grab it out of her hands, Xavia quickly slipped it into her bag while saying, “I-I was just chatting with Aunt Dolly! Don’t worry, I’ll put my phone aside now!”
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