Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 383 Perfect Love

"Have I agreed to give birth again?" Jennifer jumped to her feetanxiously, wishing to grab the phone. "Don't make a promise to themeasily and then break your word. Once you promise them, you need todo it."

"Of course. I will do it." Ivan dragged her hand down, feeling delighted.“I'm not going to break my word."

The children giggled on the other end of the line.

Suddenly, a car was parked in the yard behind the Lamborghini.Aubree got off. She didn't take Pippa with her and only came here witha driver.

When she entered the living room, Jordan and Marry were shocked.They hurriedly put away their smiles and bowed at her respectfully,"Good evening, Madam Aubree.”

"Where is Ivan?" Aubree asked expressionlessly.

"Mr. Marsh is upstairs.”

Without letting them inform Ivan and Jennifer, Aubree walked directlyupstairs.

Jordan and Marry exchanged a glance with each other, daring not tomove.

They were afraid Aubree would make trouble for Jennifer. However,Ivan was with her, so they felt relieved.

The phone conversation had ended in the living room of the secondfloor.

Ivan was sitting on the sofa, and Jennifer curled up next to him aftertaking off her shoes. Pressing her chin on his left shoulder, shemassaged his right one. "How could you make such a promise? I don'twant to give birth again.”

"We're married. Why can't we have more children?" Ivan askeddeliberately. "Let's have a daughter looking like you and a son lookinglike me. How wonderful! Our children are our wealth. Priceless.”

"Do you know how difficult it is to take care of a child?" Jennifercomplained while smiling. “I've been so tired of doing it. Every night, Ineeded to tell them bedtime stories before they fell asleep. I almostbecame an expert in stories."

“Tell me a story, then.” Ivan turned to dart at her, pressing his foreheadagainst hers. "Let me see how good you are telling a story. I'm afraidyou might negatively impact my children's intelligence."

"Oh, come on!" Jennifer stood upright, hitting him while giggling. "Youcan't look down on me. I put into much effort to take care of them."Ivan enjoyed chitchatting with her. He seized her hand and prompted,"Hurry. I want to listen to a story. Ms. Brooks, can you tell a bedtimestory to Baby Ivan?"

"Hey, stop playing at being cute. You're much older than me, UncleIvan."

"All right. Tell a story to Uncle Ivan."

Somehow, Aubree had been standing at the door, gazing at the coupleon the sofa.

The room was filled with laughter.

Aubree was attracted by the warm, pleasant smile on Ivan's face. Itwas from the bottom of his heart. She could tell he was relaxed andjoyful, and she hadn't seen him like this for almost ten years.

She felt touched by the scene deeply.

It was difficult for her to connect the current young man with thedecisive, competent, and aloof man in the office building.

She wondered if it was because Jennifer was his Miss Right, so hecould be like a child.

Jennifer told Ivan a story. Standing on the sofa, she looked andbehaved exaggeratedly, just like a kindergarten teacher. Seemingly athree-year-old was sitting before her.

Ivan, the three-year-old, gazed at her without blinking. His eyesglimmered brightly. A smile played on his lips. After the story ended, hegave her applause.

Suddenly, Aubree felt jealous, thinking that Jennifer had fully obtainedher son's heart.

"Ahem. Ahem."

Upon hearing the cough, the couple turned to the door. They both werestartled while seeing the mid-aged woman.

Jennifer returned to her senses and hurriedly put on her shoes.

Ivan also put away the child-like smile on his face, returning to look asaloof as usual.

Aubree nodded at them, entering the living room.

"Good evening, Auntie Aubree," Jennifer greeted her, feelingembarrassed.

"Mom, why did you come here so late? What's the matter?" Ivan askedbluntly.

He sounded as if Aubree was forbidden to come over without anymatter.

Jennifer could sense that Aubree wished to talk to her son in private, soshe walked toward the door and said, "I'll make some herbal tea. Enjoyyour conversation.” Then she fled out of the door and trotteddownstairs.