The old lady was stunned for a moment. ‘She, she just grabbed Chris directly?’
Penelope sat on the sofa. She held baby Chris in one hand and skillfully fed him with a bottle in the other hand.
The old lady grinned and sat opposite her, saying, “You have been looking after my grandson?”
“Yes,” Penelope replied.
“Why don’t you employ babysitters?” the old lady asked.
Penelope explained, “I am going to college soon. I want to accompany him personally for a while. Is it too late to employ babysitters sooner?” Penelope asked.
“I have already planned for you. The Mrs. Jones that I brought today is experienced in caring for babies. She brought up Asher and Grace. She can help you save some energy,” the old lady said.
Then Mrs. Jones stepped forward and smiled at Penelope. She said, “You can rest assured that I will take good care of the young master.”
Penelope looked at the old Mrs. Duncan suspiciously and turned to Mrs. Jones, who seemed kind. She said, “Then you stay first.”
The old lady was finally satisfied. She asked, “You mentioned what your parents did before?”
“My mother died many years ago. My dad… I haven’t seen him for many years, and I don’t know what he is doing.” Penelope looked down and continued to feed Chris.
“Do you still have a younger sister?” Mrs. Duncan asked.
“She was adopted eleven years ago, and she lives a happy life now.”
The old lady frowned. “So, you are the only one in your family?”
“Just me,” Penelope snorted.
“You just said that you are going to study?” Mrs. Duncan asked.
“Yes. It’s at X University,” Penelope responded.
“Alright.” The old lady nodded.
Now that Warren had decided to be with her and they had a son, Penelope had to plan their future. Otherwise, how could she raise her son to be like Warren?
When Warren came back, he learned that one more person was in his house and asked the butler, “Did my mother send her?”
“Yes, the old Mrs. Duncan personally sent her here to help take care of the young master,” the butler said.
When Mrs. Jones heard that Warren was back, she immediately went to him and shared many parenting methods to demonstrate that she was indeed an expert.
“Okay, now you can go have a rest,” Warren said.
“How can I sleep before the young Master? Will he have to be fed once again in the evening? I’ll help,” Mrs. Jones said with a smile.
Chris’s cradle had always been in the master bedroom, and if Mrs. Jones wanted to help, he would have to be moved.
“It doesn’t matter. We’ll feed him by ourselves at night.”
“But…” Mrs. Jones was not yet finished, but Warren went upstairs without turning back to listen to her.
“This…” Mrs. Jones looked at the butler, puzzled.
He explained, “Miss Seinfeld has always taken care of the young Master, and she is experienced. You can rest assured Miss Seinfeld knows what she is doing.” The butler said this with a smile.
Warren pushed the door open and saw Chris lying on the big bed, with Penelope sitting beside him.
“Why did you go upstairs so early today?” He sat on the edge of the bed and asked her.
Penelope pouted, “I don’t want to see someone downstairs.”
“Mrs. Jones?” Warren inquired.
“Yes. She has lectured me all day, and I am almost mad,” Penelope gently rubbed the baby’s cheek and complained.
“You can just ignore her,” Warren tried to explain.
“Your mother makes her come here to monitor me for fear that I cannot take care of her grandson when he is hungry or thirsty…”
He reached out to touch her face. “Don’t say these silly words.”
Penelope retorted, “I helped change my baby’s diaper, and she said that the cloth diaper is softer. When I fed Chris, she said that she still favors breastfeeding. The child who grows up with breast milk should be smarter. And I tried to put Chris to sleep, and she said that I couldn’t put him in the cradle but had to pick him up… In short, she had different opinions on everything I did…”
“Just because of these things?” He smiled and pinched her cheek.
Penelope glared at him. ” If someone always does the opposite against you, are you not getting angry?” she replied.
“I am not angry. I have a way to deal with her.” Warren smiled, winking at her.
“How?” she asked curiously.
Warren managed a large company very well and became progressive. Can he really help her with Mrs. Jones?
Penelope got a cowardly trick from Warren, and she felt relieved. She put Chris back in his own cradle and went to bed, ready to try it out tomorrow morning.
“I work hard to make a plan for you. There is no reward for me?” Warren sat still.
Penelope immediately gave him a loud kiss.
“Just this?” he frowned, unsatisfied.
“What else are you going to do?” Penelope lay down and tightened her nightgown.
Warren picked her up and said, “You don’t run a bath for me at home? Are you derelict of your duty?”
“I don’t know… don’t carry me like this. I’ll have a brain hemorrhage.” Penelope felt a little dizzy.
Warren said, “I forgive you today. Don’t forget it tomorrow.”
“Okay, okay, please put me down first,” she pleaded while smiling widely.
He threw her into the bathtub he had just filled and threw her nightgown towards her.
“This is silk…” Penelope stared at him.
He pulled off his tie and took off his clothes, saying unconcernedly, “We have lots of silk.”
“The hot water is not good for the silk,” Penelope struggled for a long time but failed to get the clingy material off her body. The water level in the bathtub rose, and she had the illusion that she was going to drown.
“I feel uncomfortable…” She stretched out her hands to grasp the edge of the bathtub.
Warren got into the water and helped her quickly get rid of the nightgown.
“Thank you…” She breathed deeply and finally got rid of the feeling of panic.
“You’re welcome.” Warren smiled slyly and reached out to strip off her pajamas.
Penelope knew what he wanted next. She immediately pretended to be exhausted.
“I’m tired,” she said, but Warren seemed determined to indulge in her body again.
A hot, sour feeling filled her, leaving her nerves on edge. She thought, ‘Enjoy, just enjoy it. I’m too tired to resist.’