Cecilia Adler went back to the guest room to explain the situation. "Ian, about outside..."
"She's staying here?"
"Yeah."
Ian Quincy reached out and lightly pinched her cheek. "You're too much of a pushover." He got up and went out to greet their guest.
Cecilia Adler rubbed the spot on her skin he had pinched, scrunching her nose in annoyance. 'I'm the lady of this house. Can't I decide who stays here?'
Hmph!
She changed the bedsheets, then went out with a smile on her face. "Aunt Sullivan, it's ready."
"Oh, sorry for the trouble."
"You two look pretty young. How come you don't have kids?" the pregnant woman said with a smile.
The neighbor, Aunt Sullivan, said, "They're newlyweds."
"Well, you should get started then. I've been married for eight years, and this is my sixth pregnancy. The first five were girls, and if this one isn't a boy, I'll have to keep trying. Your family is so well-off, you should have a son as soon as possib—"
