With that, Chester turned around and walked out of the ward.
He just happened to walk past Freya's ward. He had a lot on his plate recently.
Struck by a thought, Rodney promptly went after him. A blush of shame crept up his handsome face. " Chester, I have something to ask you..."
"Are you trying to ask when you can sleep with Freya?” Chester broke in.
"Uh... How did you know?" Rodney touched his nose in embarrassment.
"It’s so obvious." Chester smirked frivolously. "But I think you're overthinking things at this moment. Are you sure she won’t divorce you?"
"We already have a child together. Why would she do that? I won’t get a divorce." Rodney bit his tongue and shot a look at Chester. "Answer me."
"Probably two months later."
"That’s so long." A look of disappointment washed over Rodney’s face.
Chester was at a loss for words. "Is it? I'm guessing you may not even get into bed with her after half a
year.”
After shattering his hopes, Chester left mercilessly.
Rodney started sulking. He had never thought about such a thing back then, but now that it crossed his mind, he felt a strong tingling sensation.
The next day.
Freya was discharged from the hospital.
To make it easy for her mother to look after her, Freya did not move to the Snow family’s residence. Rather, she went to the villa where she stayed with Rodney.
Mrs. Lynch planned to return to Melbourne after Freya's confinement period ended.
When Freya arrived at the villa, she noticed many new items in her room. Beside her bed was a brand new cradle.
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