Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Jennifer explained, “I have a wisdom tooth recently, so my cheek is swollen. It’ll recover in a few days. Don’t hold my cheeks. It’ll hurt.”

Ivan stared at her tenderly and poked her nose tip. “A wisdom tooth? That’s rare for a grownup.” Then he rubbed her hair. “All right. I won’t hold your cheeks. Shall I send you to the hospital? Do you have any way to release the pain?”

“No big deal.” Jennifer looked into his eyes, shaking her head. “It’s normal. I’ll be fine in a few days. Don’t worry.”

“All right.” Ivan pulled out a key chain from his pocket, on which there was a small girl doll. “Doesn’t she look like you?”

Jennifer looked closer and denied purposely, “Not at all. She’s ugly.” However, she grabbed the key chain from his hand. “Is it for me? Thanks.”

“Look at this one. Is this guy handsome?” Ivan showed her the other one. “This is me. I hand-made them myself.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Jennifer checked it on carefully, took the boy keychain away, and returned the girl to him. “I want the boy. Whenever I miss you in the future, I’ll look at him.”

“Silly girl. If you miss me, you should call me. Then I’ll appear in front of you right away,” Ivan teased.

Bright smiles blossomed across their faces.

“You’ve accepted my gift. Can you answer my question now?” Ivan put away the key chain and grabbed her shoulders gently, staring at her in affection. “Have you got the answer, Mrs. Marsh?”

“I love you,” Jennifer answered without hesitation, looking into his eyes sincerely. “I don’t know when it started. Probably from the moment that I wished you could be happy, that I could cure the wounds on your back as well as your stomach problem, that I could cure your mother, and I also hope…”

Ivan couldn’t restrain his desire anymore. Pressing the back of her head, he captured her soft lips and sealed all her unfinished words.

Jennifer’s chest heaved up and down fiercely, her hands clutching his shirt tightly.

A warm stream traveled through Ivan’s veins. He felt something that he had never felt in the past 38 years.

Their French kiss lasted for a long while.

When Ivan pulled away, Jennifer was too shy to look into his eyes. He pinched her ear gently, staring at her lovingly. “Some stupid reporters shot the photos of Catherine Collins and me…”

“Wait a minute,” Jennifer interrupted him gently and asked, “Are you explaining?”

Ivan was taken aback for a second. “Have you seen the news?”

“I don’t need your explanation, Ivan.” Jennifer hugged him, pressing her face on his warm chest. “I trust you.”

Ivan’s heart performed a somersault. He hugged her tightly in return.

“I also have a gift for you.” Jennifer turned around and strode toward the desk.

Soon, Ivan saw a small medicine bottle with a handwritten tag in her hand.

“This medicine is for your stomach trouble. I can’t guarantee if it could cure your gastritis completely, but it’s worth trying,” she explained in a pleasant tone. The smile on her face made Ivan feel warm in his chest.

He took the bottle over. “How am I supposed to thank you? Tell me. What gift do you want?”

“I want you to treat Alfie and Diana well all your life, even if you might have other children in the future,” she blurted out in a relaxing tone.

Ivan didn’t sense anything wrong. He chuckled, “Honey, do you mean you want to get pregnant again?’

“Answer me!” Jennifer insisted like a stubborn child.

“All right. I will.” Ivan stared at her solemnly. “No matter how many children we’ll have in the future, I won’t stop loving Alfie and Diana. I was absent from their lives for seven years. I swear I’ll love them more.”

His promise was a relief to Jennifer. A gentle smile played on her lips, which looked enchanting and yet a bit heartbreaking.