The couple seemed to dismiss her efforts to help with their wedding.
Puzzled, Penelope asked, “Why is she upset?” She looked at the dejected Grace, feeling a bit confused.
Warren smiled, fully aware of what was on Grace’s mind. Grace had inherited her mother’s style, which was a great opportunity for her to showcase it. With so many businessmen present today, she couldn’t afford to miss this chance.
“Don’t worry too much. Is your stomach still hurting?” Warren asked Penelope.
Penelope furrowed her brow and replied, “It hurts more after all the excitement. Warren, let’s go home.” She turned her head and gently rubbed his arm.
“Okay,” he agreed.
When they returned home, Mrs. Brown immediately looked at Penelope’s fingers. Seeing the diamond on her ring finger, she felt relieved.
Penelope told her, “I’ll take a bath first, and please help me take care of Chris.”
Warren added, “Just have a shower; don’t take a bath.”
“I understand,” Penelope replied.
With a joyful mood, she turned her head and kissed Warren along his jawline before heading upstairs. Warren looked down at Chris, who was now awake, his big eyes looking around. Mrs. Brown picked him up from the cradle, and he reached out to grab her.
“Ouch, the young master should have his fingernails trimmed, or he might hurt his face,” Mrs. Brown said with a smile.
Warren caught his chubby hand and realized it was time to trim his nails.
After taking a shower, Penelope put on her pajamas and lay down on the bed. She stared at her hand, the one with the ring on it.
Warren entered the room with Chris and held a heating pad in his other hand. “Put this on your stomach,” he handed it to her.
Penelope smiled and said, “Thanks, Mr. Duncan.”
“What did you call me?” Warren raised his eyebrows and asked, “Warren? Buddy? Darling?”
She chuckled and rolled on the bed.
Chris found his Mom rolling around amusing, and he giggled in Warren’s arms.
“You’re such a silly little boy, why are you laughing?” Penelope held his hand.
Chris reached out, and his tiny hand scratched Penelope’s backhand.
“Does it hurt?” Warren asked. She simply frowned, but Warren quickly realized that it did.
Penelope frowned, saying, “Your sharp fingernails are quite dangerous.”
Chris had a silly smile on his face, seemingly unaware that his dad was about to give him a playful spank.
“I’m okay,” Penelope stopped Warren.
Warren placed Chris on the bed and fetched his special nail clippers. “Chris, let’s trim your nails.”
“Let me assist you. The lighting is better here,” Penelope said, taking the nail clipper and trying to catch Chris’s hand.
Chris waved and squirmed, not wanting his nails cut.
“Woo woo…” He cried.
“Be obedient, or you might accidentally hurt your face. How will you attract boys and girls in the future?” Penelope advised her little boy.
Warren asked, “Boys?”
“Yes…” Penelope replied.
‘Isn’t his cousin Asher gay? What if Chris becomes interested in that?’ Penelope thought to herself, but she didn’t dare to bring it up directly. Instead, she changed the topic with a laugh.
Warren didn’t take it to heart. He gently touched her hair and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
Penelope lowered her head and planted a kiss on Chris’s face. She whispered, “Mom won’t interfere with your sexual orientation, but I still suggest you date girls. Girls are gentle…”
Then she took a selfie with her son, her eyes filled with love. Chris’s energy couldn’t last long. Penelope played some music for a while, and his eyes gradually grew heavy until he fell asleep. She turned off the music and picked up the nail clipper to trim his nails.
Penelope wasn’t aware of how Ross had entered the room. The dog jumped onto the bed and cautiously touched Chris’s little belly with its paw.
“Ross, come here,” Penelope patted her side. Ross grumbled and slowly made his way over to Penelope.
After his shower, Warren walked out and found both Chris and Ross asleep. Penelope was playing on her phone in bed. He carefully placed Chris in the cradle and put Ross on the dog mat. “Why is there blood on Chris’s face?”
Chris turned over, and Warren noticed a slight red mark on his face. He touched Chris’s cheek and smelled it. There was blood.
“What happened?” Penelope got up and approached them.
Warren picked Chris up and examined the scratch closely. There was no wound on his face, but there was blood.
“Could Ross have scratched his neck?” Penelope asked worriedly.
Warren finally identified the cause of the issue. He lifted Chris’s little hand in front of Penelope and said, “You accidentally cut his nail.”
Penelope examined it, noticing blood marks on his thumb that had now clotted together.
Feeling regretful, Penelope chewed on a fingernail and said, “I’m sorry…”
Chris lay in his father’s arms, unaware of the situation.
“It’s okay. He didn’t cry, so he probably didn’t feel much pain,” Warren comforted her.
“It’s bleeding,” Penelope sadly took Chris’s hand and gently blew on it. “I’ll go get some ointment.” She then left to fetch the medicine box.
Warren smiled and wiped the blood away with a wet tissue. “Baby, luckily, you didn’t cry, or your mother would blame herself.”
Penelope felt deeply guilty for accidentally hurting Chris’s finger, so she closely watched him in the following days. However, one day, when Chris was excited, he accidentally pulled out his Mom’s earring, causing her to lose some blood.
This time, his dad didn’t let him off so easily and gave his chubby buttocks a few taps, revealing his strict father’s side. Penelope’s ear was badly hurt, and Mrs. Brown helped her apply some medicine. Through tears, she said, “I guess I won’t be wearing earrings anymore…”
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Penelope was busy getting ready for her mid-term exams, so she didn’t have time to tease Chris. When Warren returned from work one night, he noticed the light in the study room was still on, knowing she was studying.
Mrs. Brown made a cup of coffee for Penelope. Warren saw this and suggested, “You can take a break now.” He asked Mrs. Brown, “Has she been studying all night?”
“Yes, she went upstairs after dinner. She’s been so busy that she didn’t even have time to bathe the young master,” Mrs. Brown sighed, “She’s quite diligent.”
Warren reassured her, “She’s enjoying herself. Don’t worry.” He smiled and took the coffee upstairs.