"What's wrong? Can't I just have a look?"
"Wait until you're pregnant to look."
"Didn't you say I would have one by next month?"
"I was just talking casually."
Isabella Weaver glared at him, stopped brushing her teeth: "Harry Hunter, do you not want kids? Do you not want to have them with me?"
Harry Hunter hurriedly hugged her: "What nonsense are you talking? Am I not trying hard every day to have them with you?"
"But why do I feel like you're not being proactive at all?"
"Because..."
Harry Hunter sighed, she really is sensitive, she can catch a hint of his thoughts right away, like Sherlock Holmes.
No wonder she could spot Natalie's odd behavior.
"Because I think you're still young, aren't you afraid of pain? Childbirth is very hard, and I don't want you to suffer so soon."
