Outside the door, she could faintly hear the two little kids, who were quite pleased with themselves, whispering to each other.
Molly: "Brother, do you think it'd be better if Evelyn had a little brother or a little sister?"
Harry: "We have enough sisters with you, I want a brother."
Molly: "Anyway, the little princess doesn't have any brothers or sisters, so let's go for a brother!"
Evelyn Sherman: "..."
Hearing the two little devils discussing this happily, Evelyn Sherman felt like she wanted to die.
They were happily discussing the matter of having siblings... Had they ever thought about asking for her opinion, as their mother?!
"Um, I walked into the wrong room and the door is locked, so I can't get out," Evelyn Sherman glanced at Chester Yale standing in front of her and spoke up with a stiff upper lip.
His tall figure crowded her, propped an arm on the door and trapped her petite body within his embrace.
His gaze fell on her uneasy face, evoking a wicked grin.