The Returning Ex

The Returning Ex Chapter 1363

The Returning Ex Chapter 1363

Old Mr. Jefferson raised his cane again. “Do you really need to be so fastidious?”

Logan wasn’t fastidious. Rather, he was truly afraid. People always say that the first trimester is precarious, so one has to be exceedingly careful. I don’t even dare to speak loudly to Lola now, yet Dad wants to set off firecrackers? He vehemently opposed.

Disregarding his opposition, Old Mr. Jefferson went upstairs in search of Lola and told her that they’d like to celebrate with some firecrackers and fireworks, asking whether it was okay with her.

Lola naturally knew what he meant by the so-called celebration, so she instantly nodded. “Sure.” Everyone is happy, and they want to express it through such a method, so it’s fine. While she felt rather embarrassed to have a celebration just because she was pregnant, a bun in the oven was truly a momentous occasion to the Jeffersons considering their resignation of Logan never getting married or having a child.

Old Mr. Jefferson turned and shot Logan a glare. “Fortunately, it isn’t you who’s pregnant. If the baby were in your stomach, you’d probably sew our mouths shut.”

His face scrunching into a tense mask, Logan stared at Lola. “Are you sure it’s okay to set off firecrackers when you’re pregnant? Will it scare you?”

Lola truly wanted to cover her face with both hands. Is this guy an idiot? What’s there to be scared of?

Logan then continued, “Even if you’re not afraid, what if the child gets frightened? Such a racket is terrifying.”

At this, Lola didn’t even feel like seeing him anymore. No matter how much common sense he lacks, he can’t be ignorant of the fact that the firecrackers won’t suddenly be set off next to me, so what’s there to be terrified of?

Old Mr. Jefferson didn’t want to argue with Logan anymore. “Never mind, I don’t want to talk to an idiot.” Having said that, he then slowly stalked away with a hint of smugness.

This was no joke to Logan, so after Old Mr. Jefferson had left, he sat on the edge of the bed and took Lola’s hand. “Are you sure it’s okay? Firecrackers emit such a booming noise that I’m afraid it’ll affect you.”

Lola initially wanted to laugh, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to do so as she gazed at his solemn expression now. Lifting a hand, she touched his face. “Why are you so adorable?” Taking his hand, she placed it on her stomach. “This little peanut probably won’t even be visible on a B-scan. It’s too tiny, so it doesn’t have any perception of the outside world. Don’t worry. Even if the sky explodes at this moment, it won’t affect him in any way.”

Logan caressed her stomach gently. “But I just worry.” There’s a tiny life in her stomach, after all, so my understanding of life states that I’ve got to protect it wholeheartedly.

Lola’s heart softened. “Don’t worry. Actually, kids are even stronger than we give them credit for. They’re not that fragile.” At this, Logan sighed and said nothing further.

Everyone in the Jefferson Family as well as Mr. and Mrs. Hunt had dinner at Jefferson Mansion, so it was naturally lively with so many people. Lola had been suffering from a lack of appetite previously, but as she sat at the dining table and stared at the dozen or so dishes on the table today, she instantly started salivating. Beside her, Logan urged, “Tell me what you want to eat. I’ll take the ones you can’t reach.”

At the side, Lorraine tsked. “I just loathe eating with Logan. Did you all notice that he kept shooting daggers at me when I took a few prawns the previous time we ate together? I had no idea why he did that at first, but I later learned that Lola loved eating prawns as well.”

Startled, Lola then gave an embarrassed chuckle. Conversely, Logan shamelessly admitted, “I glared at you several times then, but you just didn’t get it.”

At the side, Lynett made a long sound of understanding. “No wonder you asked the kitchens to prepare an extra plate of prawns when they were cooking today. I was wondering why you did that since you usually don’t favor it all that much, yet you carried the dish out yourself.”

Everyone else at the table laughed. Raising a hand, Old Mr. Jefferson pointed at Logan while directing his words to Mr. and Mrs. Hunt. “I’ve raised this brat for almost 30 years, yet he has never treated me with such reverence.”

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