"At the prime of life, what's wrong with that?"
"...Have you forgotten about me?"
Silas Sinclair asked with a somber expression.
"..."
Selena Kensington fell silent immediately.
Right, Silas Sinclair was already in his thirties.
In three or four more years, he could become a bachelor.
Thinking of this, Selena Kensington coughed lightly, trying to gloss over what she just said, "Cough, it's nothing, men bloom like flowers at thirty..."
Silas Sinclair's tone was melancholy, "I just want a wife."
"Oh, then keep wanting."
Selena Kensington immediately put on a cold face.
Sterling Norwood couldn't help but laugh.
"..."
Silas Sinclair glanced at Selena Kensington's rounded belly and said nothing more.
He could only tell himself inwardly that offending Selena Kensington would definitely be a huge mistake.
Because no one would stand by his side, not even his own wife might stand by him...
