Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 227

When he saw me, he acted just like before and gave m e a big bear hug. "Honey, it’s been a few years. You’ve gotten even prettier and look more intellectual than before. But you've gained weight.”

"Who wouldn't gain weight after getting pregnant?" I refuted. I was scanning him from head to toe. "Well, you haven't changed one bit. Looks like you've been working hard to keep that 'Shane the Beauty’ nickname of yours."

It was great to poke fun at each other like this!

"No one would treat a brother like you do. I gave up a bright future to come back for you," Jerome spoke while he looked around. "Where's Cecilia? Why isn’t she picking her brother up? Is she busy dating or getting married?"

"She went to the restaurant to get us a table. An elderly like you has just come back. Of course, we need to bring you out for a fun night!" I pulled his suitcase and walked out.

"Let me do it. Don't hurt my nephew.”

After he said that, he softly patted my belly in a mischievous way. "Hello, my dear nephew. I'm your uncle. Wait, no. Back then, I said I was going to be

your child's godfather after you get married and bear a child. Baby, I'm your godfather. Hurry up and come out to play with your godfather."

I shook my head helplessly. The child was not even born yet, but those asking to be the child's godfather were already queuing up for the chance.

We walked to the car. Jerome shot a glance at my stomach and said, "Why don’t you let me drive?"

"Never mind. You don't even know the way. It'll be more dangerous if you drive." I got into the driver's seat.

"You’re right. It’s been years. Salt City has changed a lot." Jerome scratched his head and got into the passenger seat.

"I’m going to treat you to a feast later. I’ve booked the most expensive hotel in Salt City for you. This time, you're going to stay here a while. Cecilia and I will accompany you to go around the city. We'll let you see how fast Salt City has been developing."

He turned around and looked at me. He said in dissatisfaction, “Didn't you marry a rich guy? Why am I staying alone in a hotel when you have that big villa? Are you afraid that your husband will get jealous?"

Looking at the excited expression on his face, I smiled and said, "I’m not afraid that he'll get jealous. My main concern is you'll feel grossed out. Do you remember that piece of news where you criticized a rich young master for taking over his family business? That’s my husband!" "Oh, sh*t. You actually married into the Grant family? S o Theo Grant is your husband now?" There was an expression of disbelief on his face.