Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 1467 Old Dog New Tricks

That evening, Solomon quietly took the tools for pregnancy home with him.

Ichika was feeling down at home but quickly stood up to greet her husband before going into the kitchen. “Hey, you’re back. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Then, Solomon went upstairs to the bedroom and went through the stuff his assistant got him. Okay, so I see the thermometer and the ovulation chart, but what is this?

The man took a book out and immediately turned red after seeing examples of sex positions with the highest success rate for pregnancy. “What the heck is Luke thinking? That idiot!”

Afraid that Ichika would see the book, Solomon hurried to the study to hide it there. Although he was upset with Luke for getting him the book, he went through the material nonetheless.

“Darling, dinner’s ready!” shouted Ichika, who had no idea what her husband was doing upstairs while she was in the kitchen.

“Coming!” responded Solomon quickly before changing and going back downstairs to dine with his wife.

with dinner. As usual, Ichika did the dishes before slumping on the couch

he posted photos and videos of the kid online every day. To Ichika, those online

help but frown at

asked Ichika, who quickly dried her tears before turning to look at her

you’re done, I have

had never done anything romantic before, so it was only natural that Ichika wondered why

was finally

did as she was told and went upstairs to

eight o’clock when Solomon turned off all

she stepped out of the bathroom. The lights in their bedroom were dimmed down, and there were bright red rose petals all over the bed. Suddenly, the woman could understand what her husband was trying to do.

shop nearby. And I also got you this. Will you

tears, for she knew that Solomon was not a romantic man. It must’ve taken him a lot of effort to do all this for me. Not only has he taken the trouble to decorate the bed with all these rose petals, but he also

girl on Christmas

straps. The bottom of the garment was weaved with lace so

red as tomatoes,