Jasper Shaw was surprisingly adaptable. Even after eating from a street stall, he still seemed to want more.
As they were leaving, Chloe Sinclair could tell Jasper Shaw was a little disappointed he hadn't gotten to try the crayfish they saw earlier.
After a moment's thought, Chloe Sinclair said, "How about this? When we have some free time, I'll buy some crayfish, and we can cook them ourselves."
Jasper Shaw froze for a second, then nodded, but corrected her, "I'll cook. You can rest."
Chloe Sinclair didn't need to do a thing.
He was willing to do anything and everything for Chloe Sinclair.
Chloe Sinclair stopped in her tracks and suddenly asked, "Then who's going to mop the floors?"
"Me?"
"Who's going to wash the dishes?"
"I will."
"And who's going to have the baby?"
"I will—"
Jasper Shaw paused, his face flushing red. "That... might not be possible."
The technology for men to give birth doesn't exist yet.
