"I wonder if we'll have a child by winter."
As her voice resounded, Noah Drexler's expression shifted subtly. Following her gaze, a touch of helplessness appeared between his brows.
Suddenly, he realized that over the past half year, she had mentioned wanting a child quite a few times.
"Given your current condition, it'll take at least six months for recovery." He looked down at her again, then suddenly spoke.
After the toxins in her body are fully metabolized, she would need another six months to recuperate. He didn't believe her body could cope with the turmoil of a new life just yet.
"That long?" Summer Shawcross was somewhat surprised upon hearing his words. She admitted that after seeing Yancy Shaw's little one, she indeed felt eager to have a child quickly, thus her impatience.
"I think three months should be enough for recovery," she pondered momentarily, then suddenly said.
But as soon as she spoke, Noah Drexler's stern voice rejected her.
