Rosie gave him a crisp slap.
"You promised only twice! And no precautions? I'm right at the peak of my career, and you still want me to have your child."
"Ah, honey, I was wrong." Charles knew just how to placate her: "For the sake of my wife's career, I've decided to go to the hospital for a vasectomy right now."
But, isn't a 'vasectomy' a bit too drastic?
Rosie was still angry, but she knew this matter couldn't be entirely left up to him.
So, she gave him another slap: "Go home!"
"Alright."
By the time they reached the underground parking lot, Mr. Gold, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had already woken up once. Hearing the door open, he immediately straightened up: "Second young master, Madam, are we going home?"
"Yes." Charles's voice was crisp, with a rising tone at the end; you could tell he was quite happy.
