"Alright, don’t be angry, don’t be angry, it’s not good for pregnant women to be upset." Luke Land quickly tried to appease Eva Miller as if coaxing an ancestor.

Eva Miller snorted twice, not intending to pay attention to him.

"Dear aunt, what will make you not angry at me? I’m sorry, all faults are mine!" Luke Land almost kneeled to beg for forgiveness.

"It’s not enough; you need to make me happy right now." Eva Miller furrowed her brow, thoughtful.

"Okay, whatever you say goes." He agreed readily.

"I want..." Eva Miller smirked with a glance of having succeeded in her scheming, making Luke Land’s scalp tingle; damn, what she wanted to make her happy wouldn’t be asking him to fetch stars and the moon from the sky, would it?

"I want to play wedding games!" Eva Miller said with resolute determination.

"No way, if you go to play wedding games now, later our third brother will kill us, and if we spoil everything for him, and go to play right now..." Luke Land said somewhat hesitantly.

"Damn it, Luke Land, you go back on your word; you said you’d make me happy!" Eva Miller was having none of it.

Apparently, this dear aunt thought of wrecking others’ happiness and it made her delighted?

"Alright, alright, don’t be mad, let’s go play right away!" Luke Land gathered his courage to say, he really was going to have to go all out for Eva Miller.

Thinking that if he and Eva went alone to play, and if Asher Land got angry later, he definitely wouldn’t spare them, Luke Land decided to call more people, no, a whole group of people.

Under Asher Land’s gaze, which wished to tear him to shreds, Luke Land finally fulfilled Eva Miller’s wish, tormenting Asher Land and Sophie Smith all night.

...

Sophie Smith woke up to a tranquil surrounding.

She turned over, her hands fumbling around but not finding that familiar body.

She opened her eyes, the space around her was empty.

She stretched out her hand, grabbed a towel beside her, wrapped it around her body, trying to cover traces of last night’s intimacy; she walked barefoot down from the bed, but he was nowhere to be found in the bathroom or the second floor.

She felt a bit puzzled, the downstairs hall was empty, even Nanny Garcia and Alexander were nowhere to be seen.

Without much concern, she simply went downstairs wrapped in the towel.

The fragrance wafted to her nose, she followed the scent all the way to the kitchen.

But when she saw the scene before her, her eyes reveal a subtle, undeniable surprise.

Asher Land was actually cooking her breakfast in the kitchen?

He was wearing a light gray T-shirt, matching casual pants, and an apron, frying eggs for her...

Sophie Smith felt like her jaw was about to drop.

Asher Land turned around and saw Sophie Smith standing at the kitchen door.

She still seemed sleepy, standing barefoot on the wooden floor, one hand holding the towel at her chest to prevent it from slipping...

He couldn’t help shaking his head.

He plated the perfectly golden eggs and took out toast and milk, bringing them outside.

"Come over, have breakfast." He went to the dining room, placing the food on the table.

"You, how come you’re cooking breakfast? Where’s Nanny Garcia? Where’s the maid?"

"What’s with all the questions? Does my cooking not compare to theirs?" He asked somewhat displeased.

Sophie Smith looked at the food on the table, swallowing hard.

Unexpectedly, Asher Land’s cooking skills weren’t bad at all...