"Are you sure these are contraceptives?" Freya muttered, "I''ve seen on TV that those men deliberately swap contraceptives for Vitamin C in order to impregnate women and marry them."


    Ryan was speechless. "You can easily tell from this box that these are pills, can''t you? Each of them is tightly packed, so how could I possibly swap them? Unless I acquired thepany?"


    Upon hearing it, Freyaughed deeply.


    Ryan could not help but stroke her head." Darling, you just gave birth to Dani less than a year ago. How could I bring myself to get you pregnant again? It''s not good for your body. Even if I want a child. I''ll wait two to three years."


    Freya nodded, and her heart softened.


    If she were not in her house, she would have thrown herself into his embrace.


    After the two of them were done whispering, Freya turned around, only to find Forrest standing at the stairs. His deep gaze rested on them.


    "You''re awake, Forrest." Freya''s heart did a flip as she promptly greeted him.


    "Mm. What were both of you talking about?" Forrest saw Freya and Ryan talking to each other very closely when he was walking downstairs. Ryan looked at Freya with a gentle gaze, whereas Freya had obediently lowered her head.


    After that, Ryan even stroked her head.


    Freya then tilted her head toward his hand.


    The atmosphere was... bizarre. Amid the bizarreness, there was a sense of


    romance.


    Forrest could not help but be on guard.


    "Well, Freya said she had a great sleepst night as the bed wasfortable," Ryan said with a grin.


    Freya was at a loss for words.


    Ryan was the one who found itfortable, no?


    How shameless of him.


    "It''s an imported memory foam mattress. The more you sleep on it, the morefortable it gets," Forrest exined.


    "Forrest, you treat your sister really well." Ryan appeared enlightened before he lowered his head to nce at his watch. "I


    need to go to work now. I''lle over at noon to attend the housewarming party."


    "Aren''t you going to have breakfast?" Mrs. Lynch, who happened toe out, said enthusiastically, "Have your breakfast before you leave."


    "I ate a little just now, so I''m good. Bye, Mrs. Lynch."


    Ryan waved his hand and left.


    After Mrs. Lynch saw him off at the parking lot, she kept praising him on her way back. "Ryan is such a considerate kid."


    She paused for a moment before throwing a look at her daughter. "Why didn''t you marry Ryan back then? Forget it. s, you''re not destined for him."


    Freya was speechless.


    God knew how many times her mother had


    repeated this since yesterday.


    Freya admitted that Ryan was amazing, but she did not consider it a shame.


    Forrest said with a frown, "Mom, you don''t have to repeat this. It''s not nice... to say it over and over again."


    "That''s true. He''s the prime minister''s son." Mrs. Lynch nodded.


    "I didn''t mean that." Forrest stole a nce a t his sister while having oats. "I''m worried someone will have ulterior motives."


    "Ahem."