The breakfast Florence Langley brought went to waste.
She was a bit bummed. She had hoped to treat the couple to a nourishing meal, but an unexpected hitch had ruined her plans.
However, when she learned they were skipping breakfast for a fertility check-up, her mood instantly brightened, and she was all smiles.
A fertility check-up?
'Doesn't that mean getting pregnant is officially on the agenda?'
'Should I sign up for a postpartum care course? After all, as Shirley Thorne's personal bodyguard, I'll have plenty of time to spend with the little one in the future.'
Seeing her giddy expression, Shirley Thorne felt utterly exhausted.
'It's easy for her to be excited—she's not the one getting poked. If she's so eager, she can go in my place!'
'Why couldn't the billionaire just embrace the child-free lifestyle?'
'I really don't want to go for this check-up!'
But no matter how reluctant she was, Shirley Thorne was forced to go for the check-up.
