Seeing through Jayden Maguire's intentions, Nana Monty's little face scrunched up: "Are you crazy? I'm still having postpartum bleeding!"
Jayden Maguire gave a mischievous grin: "Don't worry, I won't go in."
"Even if you don't go in, it's not okay..."
Nana Monty didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She must have married a fake husband; he's always so eager like a monkey.
He's not some fresh-faced guy in his early twenties, why is he so enthusiastic?
Jayden Maguire tugged at her: "Come on, come on."
He couldn't wait any longer.
They were heading back to the Capital tomorrow, and he didn't know when he'd return. Just thinking about leaving Nana Monty made him want to devour her.
Nana Monty rolled her eyes: "Can't you see the baby is nursing? Don't go overboard."
"He does his thing, I do mine, no interference." Jayden Maguire shamelessly said.
"..."
Nana Monty was feeling utterly frustrated.
