Ariana couldn't help but laugh at Jon's remarks, and shook her head with a rueful smile, "Oh, this child."
It's not that she's particularly open-minded, but just now the two of them said they'd rather cohabit for life than register their marriage... So she couldn't very well separate them with a wall like the Queen Mother of the West, could she?
"Honey, let's go rest." After praising Ariana, Jon couldn't wait to hold Titus Zane's hand and head back to their room.
Titus glanced at his mother, then at Jon, who was obviously eager, and reluctantly got up, leading him to the stairs.
Nathan Moore was watching TV, the remote control still nestled in his palm, tightly gripped, and from the side, the lines of his handsome face were taut.
"Nathan, when are we going back?"
