Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

“You scared me. Here I was, thinking that both of you are progressing so quickly,” Freya said with a grin.

Forrest frowned and asked with a low voice, “ Since you have an upset stomach, do you want to go for an ultrasound scan?”

“…No need. Perhaps I’m just a little hungry.” Jessica had no choice but to continue lying.

“Let’s go in and eat something.” Forrest thought it was probably because she was busy with work at noon and did not have a proper meal. Hence, he held her hand and walked into the villa.

Jessica quickly greeted Mrs. Lynch and Mr. Lynch. “Hi, Mrs. and Mr. Lynch.”

“They’re not strangers anymore. They’re your dad and mom.” Forrest reminded her with an impassive look and tone, as though he was describing the weather today.

Knowing his personality left Mrs. Lynch, Mr. Lynch, and Jessica, who were all in the living room, feeling awkward.

He should, at least, give them some breathing space instead of expecting Jessica to call his parents ‘Dad’ and ‘Mom’ as soon as she entered the villa.

Freya was particularly speechless. After rolling her eyes at her brother, she chuckled to ease the atmosphere. “That’s right, since both of you are married, I should call you Sister-in- law from nowon.”

Jessica were relatives, and Freya used to address Jessica the same way as Rodney

now, Jessica had

Alas, this relationship…

you marry my

After that, he took a plate and opened a packet of biscuits. “Eat some of these to fill

Mrs. Lynch fixed her eyes on her obsequious son, thinking that her eyes were deceiving her. Her son had always been as cold as ice. Even in the summer, she would not have to switch on the air conditioner whenever he was by her side. “It’s not even 6: 00

not that hungry anyway. I’ll just munch on some snacks.” Jessica promptly took a

of them.” Forrest reminded her resolutely and even

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him silently. Was it a good idea to stuff herself with food on her first visit? What was more, they were still not

he noticed that she was quiet.

remembered that she disliked having the sticky sensation on her fingers when she ate fruits. Sure enough, that habit others was still

exuded an affection aura. The Lynch