Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 67

“Mom, we’ve already taken it.” I tried to shake off some inappropriate images from my head to avoid blushing unintentionally.

Faith seemed skeptical, “Really?”

So, I detailed the whole process of getting the medicine, changing it, and taking it, every word truthful, to reassure her.

However, I didn’t tell her about the intimate acts between Neil and me.

“That’s good, just keep it up for a while, you will definitely give birth to a healthy baby.” Faith showed a smile, and suddenly added, “It would be even better if it’s a girl.”

Sometimes I really found Faith likable. She was considerate of others‘ feelings, afraid of hurting mine.

It was weird, after rebirth, I found Bonnie really beautiful, Faith really cute, even Russel, the cold man, I discovered his warm side, and Neil, he’d changed a

lot too.

If this continued, will things get out of control?

“Irene, don’t stress yourself, let nature take its course with the baby. We sometimes can’t help but mention wanting grandchildren, don’t take it to heart.” Seeing me in a daze, Faith thought I was worried about the whole baby thing.

I shook my head repeatedly, “Mom, I’m not worrying about it, of course, I hope to have a baby soon too.”

Actually, that was not the case, I absolutely can’t have a child with Neil, otherwise, I might continue this hopeless marriage for it. A child with a father who had another woman in his heart won’t be happy.

After I divorce Neil, Bonnie will help me fulfill Ryan and Faith’s wish, so there was no rush.

was back in the living room, amusing his nephew. He lifted the toddler onto his shoulders,

what Neil would look like as a father. He seemed to enjoy being around children and would probably be a good dad. But, he was not going to be

shopping.” Faith pulled me and a few other women to go

was left to

passenger seat and the others in the back, but there was one seat short, so an aunt followed in her own car.

something, so she bent down to pick it up from under the seat. I took a glance, it was an earring. It was delicate, but you could tell

at the

nothing but put

at

diamond studs today, worth around $13,000, completely different in texture from

bag. This was Neil’s car, and she knew what was going

was not particularly fond of foreign luxury brands; she preferred high–end domestic brands, as their designs suited her taste. The aunts were also around her age,

so I accompanied them to

the couch, sipping coffee while watching the models. Though they were younger than Faith, their figures were similar, they wore dignified and elegant clothes for Faith and the a aunts

collar was also white fox fur, and it looked very

Faith was buying it for herself, but she made me try it on after she got it, “You’ll look great in

and took off my own coat and put on the one Faith liked. The snow–white, soft fox fur made my face look smaller the tightened waist accentuated my figure, I was

look great in it.” Faith looked

replied with

me,

her face full of

in other stores. While waiting for them, I took a selfie and posted it on Facebook: “The

sure

one to comment was Russel: “Not bad, where’s my Boomer?”

replied: “Don’t worry, Boomer is well taken care

eat too much, he’s a bit greedy.”

an OK hand

Russel: “Where’s Neil?”