Chapter 79 Warning


    Shawn’s expression changed rapidly. In the end, he dared not make the vow. He just stood there with his hands on his hips, staring irritably off into the distance.


    1 brushed past him quickly, turned a corner, and spotted Susanna walking over with Yuna holding her hand.


    “Mommy!” Yuna spotted me and lit up with joy. She ran over and grabbed my fingers tightly.


    Susanna beamed. “We just visited a fortune teller to read Yuna’s fortune. He said, the next baby you have will be a son.”


    “Mommy, can you please give me a baby brother?” Yuna was clearly in a good mood, swinging my hand enthusiastically. “I want a brother! I want a brother!”


    “Alright, Yuna, let’s keep that wish in our hearts, okay?” Susanna spoke, clearly pleased–as <b>if </b>I could deliver a chubby baby boy tomorrow just to make her day.


    Then Shawn walked over. Susanna looked surprised and asked, “Shawn, didn’t you say you weren’ting?”


    Shawn’s expression was gentle, almost charming. “Mom, this is our child. It’s only right that wee together if we want our wishes toe true.”


    “Daddy!” Yuna let go of my hand and bolted toward her father with glee.


    He bent down to scoop her into his arms and tapped her little nose. “Having fun?”


    “Yes! Daddy, when are you going to kiss Mommy? Grandma said, If you two kiss<b>, </b>I’ll get a baby brother!”


    Everyone was taken aback by that. Even Susanna’s face turned bright red, and she quickly covered Yuna’s mouth. “Hush! Don’t say that out loud. There are people around–your parents will be embarrassed.”


    Shawn just chuckled affectionately. “Don’t worry, it’ll happen soon.”


    I honestly didn’t want to hear another word of their father–daughter banter. No one cared how I felt or even bothered to ask.


    “Where’s Hazel?” Shawn asked.


    Susanna gave a disapproving look. “She left right after she finished praying. Said her friends were taking- her out.”


    “Let’s have lunch together,” Shawn said, ncing at me. “Tiffany, it’s been a while since we all had a meal together with Yuna.”


    Susanna nodded and agreed, “Good idea. I was thinking of buying her a toy this afternoon anyway–let’s stop by the mall.”


    On the way back, Shawn asked me to ride in his car. When I didn’t respond, Susanna quickly stepped in. “Tiffany, why don’t you ride with Shawn and have a chat? I’ll take care of Yuna.”


    Chapter 79 Warning


    I hadn’t driven, I hade with Susanna, so I didn’t have much choice.


    Shawn didn’t bring a driver: he just came on his own. When I opened the back door, he frowned andmanded, “Take the passenger seat.


    I ignored him and settled into the back seat without a word.


    He turned and gave me a look full of dissatisfaction. “What, you think your husband’s your chauffeur now?”


    “If you don’t want me in your car, I can call a ride,” I said calmly, reaching for the door.


    “Alright, alright, don’t be dramatic.” Shawn eased off. “Your husband’s here to serve you–driving you around is hardly a hardship, right?”


    I didn’t respond. Who’s the real servant here? I wouldn’t dare im that title–I don’t have the luck to enjoy such privileges.


    Shawn looked good behind the wheelid–back, confident. He focused on the road in silence, not saying much.


    At a red light, a sleek Maybach pulled up beside us. He nced at it and adjusted the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of me in the back seat. I observed the car, too–Ethan drove that same model. My heart stirred just a little.


    “Imagining Ethan’s in that car?” Shawn raised an eyebrow, his toneced with sarcasm.


    I folded my arms and answered coolly, “So what if I am? Are you nning to control my thoughts now?”


    His long fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel. “Tiffany, as long as we’re not divorced, you’re still my wife. Ethan doesn’t even get to dream.”


    The quiet authority in his voice gave me pause. I’d almost forgotten how domineering and possessive Shawn could be beneath that polite exterior.


    “Got that? Ethan might be young, but stay away from him,” he said, eyes locking onto mine through the mirror.


    That was a warning. A reminder.


    Some men carry their pride like armor–they treat their wives like property. They have the freedom to do anything they want, but what about the wife? She’s supposed to belong only to them.


    The moment another man shows interest, their guard goes up.


    I wasn’t na?ve. I was gradually learning to assess the potential risks. Until we were officially divorced, I would rather not provoke him. I had no intention of cornering myself.


    Like Hazel said–we’re different. I was born into a middle–ss family. My mom was a teacher; my worked for a government–backedpany. If it weren’t for the wealth my grandparents left behind, we’d probably be dirt poor.


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