"Chester Yale, they're just kids fooling around, don't lay a hand on them..." The moment Evelyn Sherman sensed something was amiss, she quickly reached out to embrace Chester Yale.
"Evelyn Sherman, let go. He actually dared to kiss my daughter; I'm going to beat the life out of him!" Chester Yale's devilishly handsome face contorted with a look so ugly, as if someone had stolen his heart's precious baby.
If looks could kill, the little boy would have died hundreds of times over.
"Such a young child has no concept of gender. They're just good friends. Calm down, don't frighten Molly." Seeing that she couldn't restrain him, Evelyn Sherman quickly covered her belly with her hands.
"Chester Yale, I feel a bit unwell..."
"..." The moment he heard her say she was uncomfortable, Chester Yale's focus shifted back to her entirely.
This was his first time taking care of a pregnant woman, one he nearly caused to have a miscarriage, and Chester Yale felt tremendous psychological pressure.
