At that moment, Francine wanted nothing more than to take a bath and ther on some skincare since


    she had a date with Chester the next day. She did not want him to see her all sunburnt! That being


    said…


    “Corinne, are you taking the kids out for shoppingter? How about I go, too?


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    That way, you’ll have one more pair of eyes looking after them,” she said.


    Corinne nodded. “I’m thinking of taking them to the toy shop nearby after Benj— Bryan wakes up. It’ll


    only be a while, so you don’t have toe. Go do whatever you want to do.”


    She nearly spilled out Benjamin’s name. It was a good thing Francine did not catch it.


    Francine nodded. “Okay then. I’m going to take a bath now. Call me if you need anything.” “Okay. Enjoy


    your bath.”


    Francine went back to her room happily and bathed.


    Corinne’s phone rang with a message not long after Francine left. She took out her phone, and her


    pupils immediately shrank when she read the message.


    Christine instantly noticed Corinne’s reaction, so she frowned and asked,”


    Mommy, what’s the matter?”


    Corinne snapped out of her shock, shook her head, and nonchntly replied, “It’s nothing. Let’s go


    change your clothes, and we’ll go shopping for your gifts after Bryan wakes up.” “Yay!” cheered


    Christine and Joey.


    Meanwhile, at Newmoon Group.


    It was lunch break.


    Xante spent the whole morning working and was starving. She looked at her watch and decided to ask


    Aaron whether he would like to have spicy tacos with her for lunch. For some reason, she was craving


    them.


    She stood up and pushed up her gold-rimmed sses. She was just about to pick up her suit jacket


    from the back of the chair when someone knocked on her door.


    She picked up her suit jacket and raised her head at the door. “Yes?” “Miss Xante, there’s a ‘Mister


    Rivera’ here to see you. He said he’s a good friend of yours. Should I let him in?” asked her secretary.


    Mister Rivera?’ Even then, she instinctively got goosebumps whenever she heard the name, it must be


    Sunny.’ Sunny had certainly changed a lot over the past three years. His skills in bed, in particr,


    improved by leaps and bounds.


    Frightened, Xante did not want to see him. She sat back in her chair and pinched the bridge of her


    nose. “No. Tell him I’m not in.” “Yes, Miss Xante,”


    replied her secretary before leaving the room.


    However, a few minutester, Xante heard her secretary saying, “No, you can’t go in… Gah!”


    Her door then opened.


    Sunny swaggered in with both his hands shoved into his pockets. He looked at her mockingly and said,


    “Just how much do you not want to see me? Why did you ask your secretary to tell me you’re not in


    when you obviously are?”


    Xante looked up at him unhappily. “Mister Sunny, it’s true you’ve be more mature, but don’t you


    think you’ve be ruder as well?”


    Sunny walked over and pulled out a chair. “It depends on who I’m talking to, and I see no need to be


    polite to you.”