Going back on one's word is a common occurrence.
"Alright." Ashton Heath pulled a person into his arms, a pampering kiss landing on the lips of his delicate wife, his seductive baritone filled with a light smile, "It's me who insisted on our baby. By then, my main task is to take good care of you and our baby. I won't say a word more about anything else."
"Hmph, remember what you said." Joanna Lawrence poked again at his well-built chest, huffing aloud.
The man caught her tender little hand, kissed it against his lips, and chuckled lightly, "Mmm, I remember."
*
The White family's residence.
"Sir Darren, Mr. Ashton, Miss and Mr. White are back."
The maid walked briskly into the hall, announcing with a smile.
No sooner had she finished her sentence than Ashton, with Joanna in his arms, walked in.
Sir White and Gary were chatting in the living room; Joanna didn't see Madam White around, and thought she must be busy in the kitchen at this time.
