So, Blair was curious to know how a tough man Like Wesley would spoil his daughter. She couldn't help laughing as she imagined the scene in her mind.

Wesley put down his chopsticks. He knew that his wife was plotting something devious in her mind.

"What are you up to?"

Blair took the bowl of soup in her hand. Before eating it, she said quickly, "Nothing. Oh, I want to buy a new shaver for you after dinner.

You've been using the old one for years."

“Don't bother. It works well. Didn't you want some snacks? I'll take you to the supermarket later."

“No!" she insisted.

“I want to get a new one for you." Every time she set her mind to buy something for him, they would end up getting all the things that she needed, and he got nothing for himself.

Blair was so determined and Wesley finally gave in.

"All right."

“Good boy!" Blair reached out and patted the back of his hand.

Her gesture brought a smile to his lips. He felt so happy at that moment .

After dinner, they went to the shopping mall. Blair bought a new razor for him, and also got him some other necessities. The man was always generous to her, but mostly mean to himself. She also bought gifts for the others in the family. They didn't leave the mall until it was about to close down.

A few days passed. One day, Blair woke up and sat on the bed, feeling tired. She turned her head to check the time; it was almost noon.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she got out of bed lazily.

While brushing her teeth, she suddenly remembered something extremely important. Her eyes widened in shock

“When did my aunt Flo last pay me a visit? I can't even remember!*

Blair quickly got ready and rushed downstairs.

Wesley was just walking into the house with Gifford in his arms. Seeing his wife trotting towards him with a crazy expression on her face, he asked in a confused tone, "Babe, what happened?"

Blair stopped in her tracks and stared at him angrily.

"I am going to strangle you to death, Wesley!" she said through gritted teeth.

“Why? What's wrong?" he asked, more puzzled now.

“How dare you ask me why!" ‘I must be pregnant! No wonder I sleep early and get up late. Yet, I still feel drowsy day in and day out.' She rushed towards the door without further explanation.

She had to get herself checked.

Wesley asked the nanny to take care of Gifford and followed after