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My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 204

Karen Daly was reluctant to go out to have dinner with him, so Kevin Kyle did not insist on it.

He took the lead in sitting down and said softly, "Then let's sit down and talk about the design of the outfits."

Karen Daly nodded and sat down beside him. She took out a notebook and said seriously, "Mr. Kyle, tell me your detailed request. I'll jot it down."

Seeing that she was so serious, Kevin Kyle thought she was still the person who used to be the former Karen Daly again. When she was working, she was always very serious and never sloppy.

After so many years, she was able to be hired by PM as a chief designer with a high salary, it must be the result of her hard work.

"Mr. Kyle?" Seeing that Kevin Kyle was staring at her and did not speak, Karen asked.

Kevin Kyle came to his senses and said, "I know nothing about design, and it's hard to say the specific requirements. Why don't you give me some suggestions? I'll take it as a reference."

Karen Daly thought for a moment and asked, "Then please tell me what your wife and child look like, Mr. Kyle. I can give some suggestions."

When Kevin Kyle heard this, an idea flashed through his mind. He said with a little excitement, "If I describe it, it would be very difficult to understand. Miss Asteria, if you don't mind, why don't you go back with me to see the child?"

In the world of fashion design, the most important thing was having the piece well-tailored. In the past, Karen Daly had been running to her prestigious client's homes many times to check on their measurements and for custom fittings. After thinking about it, she nodded and agreed.

She wanted to see the child and measure the child's height so that she could design the outfit better.

She came up to Kevin Kyle's car. She first wanted to sit in the back seat, but felt that it was impolite, so she sat in the passenger's seat.

Instinctively, Kevin Kyle wanted to stretch out his hand to help her to put on the seat belt, but just as he leaned over to her, she hurriedly moved towards the window and looked at him with vigilance.

Kevin Kyle reluctantly withdrew his hand and said, "In the past, whenever I drive, my wife would be sitting in the passenger seat. She would always forget to wear her seat belt. Just now, I had forgotten that the person sitting next to me was not her."

The person sitting next to him was actually still his wife, but she had forgotten who he was.

Kevin Kyle's words made Karen Daly's face blush with embarrassment. She quickly put on her belt and smiled politely at him.

They were driving for more than half an hour, but no one spoke along the way. They simply looked ahead or enjoyed the scenery on both sides of the road.

Kevin Kyle's residence was even more luxurious than Karen Daly had imagined. After entering the main gates it took them more than ten minutes to walk to the building itself.

Kevin Kyle walked very slowly, as if he was deliberately matching her pace. While walking, he introduced the surrounding area to her, which made Karen Daly feel that he was a very polite gentleman.

"Dad, you're back." A small figure rushed to Kevin Kyle from a distance.

Kevin Kyle caught her little body and kissed her, "Karen, tell daddy, do you miss daddy?"

"Of course I do miss you, even my stomach is hungry." Little Karen touched her belly as she spoke, looking pitiful.

"Then let Aunt Lynn make some milk for you, okay?"

"No, I don't want to drink milk. I am a big child now. A big child doesn't drink milk."

"You have to drink milk first. Then you can have strawberries in the afternoon."

Watching their close interaction, Karen Daly felt a gush of warmth in her heart.

Karen Daly now remembered, she remembered very clearly this lovely child. She had seen her a few days ago, and her name was Little Karen.

The father was so good looking. No wonder he had such a beautiful daughter.

However, she vaguely remembered that Little Karen had told her that her mother is flying in the sky—

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