Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love

Joseph made light of this question. “Sure. Given your insight, I’m curious to see what kind of man you’ll get for Chloe.”

Harold cursed. They were used to arguing with each other, so neither of them took it to heart.

“You know, I can help you take care of the baby after Xavia gives birth.”

Of course, it was a dilemma to insert the baby between the two of them.

Joseph’s face turned dull. “Let’s talk about this another time.”

“Fine. I won’t meddle in your business. Do whatever

“How’s your health been recently?”

you want.

“Don’t worry, I won’t die yet,” he then added after a pause, “Dr. Spencer delivered the medicine for next week today. The Sinclairs just can’t wait to kill me, so I think we should up our plan.”

Harold had lost his patience and felt it would be disadvantageous to the Whitmans if it was delayed any longer. He had been a soldier for more than three decades, so he might as well fight against them. They were undoubtedly wicked for always plotting against him.

Joseph had on a pondering expression before a fierce light flickered past his eyes. “We’ll start next Tuesday.”

“Okay,”

lingered in the air. His eyes turned dull

He had vague illusions of Chloe still there sleeping beside him, but the vacant spot beside him knocked some sense into him every time.

how her life used to

she had not received any messages. Everything was so quiet that the only thing she heard was the sound of her

sense of oppression hit her. She shook her head and stopped her wild thoughts. She had to go to the hospital for a check-up today to assess her baby’s condition. She should be about just four months along

Chloe was about to head out,

are you doing? Has Joseph released you?]

to him the day before. It was because he had informed Harold about what

message.

let me out

your relationship status with

longer have anything to do

find a more suitable

so too,] Chloe joked. Sitting in the car, she said, [Thank you for last night. I’ll treat your to a meal sometime. Now, I’m

extremely slow. When she was waiting for the traffic light, the driver of a car next to

is a limited-edition car. It’s an absolute beauty. Can I take a photo? I don’t

after breaking up with him, but on second thought, it was not her fault that they had broken

that she should not feel awkward at all. It was what she