"If not, what else can I do? I can't bear to abort my baby."
Brandon Heath finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his facial expression noticeably relaxed.
He gently curled up the corner of his lips, stroked her head, and softly said, "Well, let's have the baby. We both look pretty good, so the baby will surely be beautiful. It's a little angel bestowed upon us by God; it would be such a pity and cruelty to abort."
"Pfft," Aria Rowlett couldn't help but laugh.
She said amusingly, "Brandon, I just realized that you can be quite narcissistic at times."
But she agreed with what he said.
Both her and Brandon Heath were good-looking, so their baby would definitely be beautiful.
Especially Brandon Heath, whose face she could never get tired of looking at.
If their baby inherits his looks, whether it's a boy or a girl, they would have an extraordinary appearance.
With this thought, Aria Rowlett suddenly didn't feel so conflicted anymore.
She even felt a little excited.