Keegan raised his hand and gestured behind his shoulder. “Been focusing on my back, but it isn’t as defined as it is on the abdomen.”

Stella’s eyes lit up. ’Let me take a look.”

Keegan nodded, his gaze lowered, as he removed the bathrobe from his shoulders, preparing to turn around and reveal the results of his workouts to his wife, when suddenly the study door was twisted open from outside.

Stella’s reflexes acted quicker than her thoughts. She immediately grabbed Keegan, using her body to shield his body.

The door cracked open, and a little head peeked in. Coco, with two pigtails, blinked innocently, “Uncle Keegan, Aunt Stella, Grandma Whitney wants me to ask if you want to eat fish dumplings.”

Stella, still facing away from the door, couldn’t let go. She patted Keegan’s back, prompting him to respond.

Keegan replied, “Well share one portion.”

Keegan, and whispered, “Uncle Keegan,

when he sees Ms. Yvonne from our class. Ms. Leona from Flower Class says Mr.

“Do you know what

chin, “Of course, I do! Courting means wanting to be friends with someone, wanting

reply. Instead, he opened the door and ushered

company cafeteria, Stella sat next to

currently assigned to Group Three of

eye on things on this side of the cafeteria, just to make sure she eats well. Sonia was introverted, not good at dealing with interpersonal relationships, but she was obedient, wouldn’t cause trouble, could spend the whole day working in the

meal times, would call Kiara Lark from Zone B to

picky about food, and could eat anything with relish. Kiara joked that when the cafeteria chefs saw Sonia finishing

of water and asked, “Sonia, the registration for the National Perfume Blending Competition is about to start. Do you

win this

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