The First Heir

Hearing this, Wynn pushed Philip away, looked at him seriously, and asked, “Where are you going?”

Philip ruffled the strands of hair that hung beside Wynn’s ear and said with a laugh, “Don’t worry, I’m just settling some personal matters.”

Wynn mumbled, “You always make me worry. I’m your wife. Why won’t you tell me anything?”

Philip was startled. He also wanted to tell Wynn but there were many things that he could not. Those things would only land Wynn and Mila into greater conspiracy and danger. Bringing Wynn back this time was the result of Philip’s long consideration. Only by bringing her back could he ensure her and Mila’s safety.

Seeing the dilemma on Philip’s face, Wynn wiped her tears and said, “Okay, I won’t force you. I just want to tell you that I’m your wife and I’ll always stand behind you and wait for you. No matter what you do, I’ll support you.”

Philip smiled as he stroked Wynn’s cheek and said, “I know. You should rest now.”

A night passed without words.

morning to get ready. He first prepared an elaborate and nutritious breakfast in the hotel kitchen before getting

table, and glanced at Philip who was sitting across from her. Then, she started to taste Philip’s cooking with a

Wynn smiled

“Eat more.

maternity dress, a brown trench coat, a white sun hat, and soft flat shoes. Although Wynn’s stomach was big, her appearance at this moment was still so beautiful

Victor Bell and

Philip and Wynn today. This was the charm of money. Philip did not want to do this but Victor had secretly arranged it

dedicated nurses and doctors accompanied

hitch. Philip left

of blissful smiles. When she walked to the parking lot with Philip, she saw a convenience store on the side of the road and said coquettishly, “Phil,