Glancing at my weary face, Hendrix passed Anne over to me.
Anne was smart. She immediately reached out her little hands and looked at me as she said, "Mom, hug me!"
No one could resist laughing when face to face with such an angel. I quickly put her on my lap and asked her with a smile, "Anne, from now on, we will come back every year to visit your Granduncle and the others, okay?"
"That's good! Then I'll get a lot of pocket money!" Anne replied. She clapped her hands together, and her eyes narrowed into slits as she giggled.
"Little money- grubber!" I teased. I pinched her nose gently and teased Hendrix, "I wonder who she picked that up from?"
Monique had opened a bar and bought a house. She was a high-flying career woman, and money management was not a big deal for her. However, it was clear enough that in her mind, money was not everything. She had learned how to manage her money just for the sake of better survival.
As for Josiah, it was even more impossible for Anne to pick that up from him. The Saunders Family had once dominated the entire daily necessities industry. That family was wealthy enough. Apart from facial features, there was no similarity between Anne and him.
Hendrix could not help chuckling, and turned his head to glance at us. He reached out his hand and rubbed Anne's head. His gaze was so gentle. However, he did not reply.
Looking at him, I suddenly had a mental image of Hendrix holding our children. What Aunt Nerissa had told me about in vitro fertilization made my desire even stronger.
That night, we returned to Jarold City. We had our dinner together with Valerie and Pedro, to make up for New Year's Eve dinner.
On the way home, Anne fell asleep on Hendrix's shoulder. After tucking her in, we went back to our room to wash up and call it a night.
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