"Should I get you another bowl? There is more soup in the pot." Sandra smiled benevolently.
"Mom, she can't have too much in one meal. " Wesley stopped her. "I'm heading out with Shea."
"Your father and I want to see Shea. Why are you so anxious to take her away?" Sandra glared at her son.
Shea immediately held Sandra's hand obediently. "Aunt Sandra, did you overhear my call with Wesley?"
"Hmm, you said you want Wesley to go see your brother." Sandra brought Shea to sit on the sofa. She looked at her kindly. "Do you like Wesley?"
Shea lowered her gaze. She panicked a little. Wesley was even more frantic than her.
He had come clean to his parents about his relationship with Shea. He told them that if Shea was willing to be with him, he would take care of her for the rest of his life.
On the surface, his parents said nothing, but he knew that they do in fact mind this issue. After all, Shea was different compared to an ordinary woman.
First, her identity was special, Wesley could not even think of taking advantage of her. In the future, he could only live according to her likes and dislikes. Second, her body was weak. She could not get pregnant like other women.
"I like Wesley a lot." Shea suddenly looked up at Sandra. Her tone was firm. "Aunt Sandra, if you don't like me, L.I'll work hard to make you like me."
Sandra was stunned for a while before chuckling, "How could I not like you? From the first time I saw you, I liked you!
However, liking you and accepting you as Wesley's wife are two different matters."
"Mom, you agreed that you will not meddle in my private affairs," Wesley's eyes reddened with anxiety. He was afraid that Shea would be sad because of his mother's words.
"I'm talking to Shea, don't interrupt."
Sandra glared at Wesley before looking at Shea once again. "What I mean is, if you like Wesley and want to be with him, you can't bully him. I know that you want to be with him because he treats you well, but have you ever thought that he listens to you all the time, he might be feeling aggrieved?"
"Mom, I'm not. I have never felt that way," Wesley could not help but say.
"I'm asking you to shut up!" S>h)>RKS
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