Chapter 1363


    Old Mr. Jefferson raised his cane again. “Do you really need to be so fastidious?”


    Logan wasn’t fastidious. Rather, he was truly afraid. People always say that the first trimester is precarious, so one has to be exceedingly


    careful. I don’t even dare to speak loudly to L now, yet Dad wants to set off firecrackers? He vehemently opposed.


    Disregarding his opposition, Old Mr. Jefferson went upstairs in search of L and told her that they’d like to celebrate with some firecrackers


    and fireworks, asking whether it was okay with her.


    L naturally knew what he meant by the so-called celebration, so she instantly nodded. “Sure.” Everyone is happy, and they want to express


    it through such a method, so it’s fine. While she felt rather embarrassed to have a celebration just because she was pregnant, a bun in the oven


    was truly a momentous asion to the Jeffersons considering their resignation of Logan never getting married or having a child.


    Old Mr. Jefferson turned and shot Logan a re. “Fortunately, it isn’t you who’s pregnant. If the baby were in your stomach, you’d probably


    sew our mouths shut.”


    His face scrunching into a tense mask, Logan stared at L. “Are you sure it’s okay to set off firecrackers when you’re pregnant? Will it scare


    you?”


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    L truly wanted to cover her face with both hands. Is this guy an idiot? What’s there to be scared of?


    Logan then continued, “Even if you’re not afraid, what if the child gets frightened? Such a racket is terrifying.”


    At this, L didn’t even feel like seeing him anymore. No matter how muchmon sense hecks, he can’t be ignorant of the fact that the


    firecrackers won’t suddenly be set off next to me, so what’s there to be terrified of?


    Old Mr. Jefferson didn’t want to argue with Logan anymore.


    “Never mind, I don’t want to talk to an idiot.” Having said that, he then slowly stalked away with a hint of smugness. This was no joke to


    Logan, so after Old Mr. Jefferson had left, he sat on the edge of the bed and took L’s hand. “Are you sure it’s okay? Firecrackers emit such


    a booming noise that I’m afraid it’ll affect you.” L initially wanted tough, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to do so as she gazed at his


    solemn expression now. Lifting a hand, she touched his face. “Why are you so adorable?” Taking his hand, she ced it on her stomach. “This


    little peanut probably won’t even be visible on a B-scan. It’s too tiny, so it doesn’t have any perception of the outside world. Don’t worry.


    Even if the sky explodes at this moment, it won’t affect him in any way.” Logan caressed her stomach gently. “But I just worry.” There’s a tiny


    life in her stomach, after all, so my understanding of life states that I’ve got to protect it wholeheartedly. L’s heart softened. “Don’t worry.


    Actually, kids are even stronger than we give them credit for. They’re not that fragile.” At this, Logan sighed and said nothing further.


    Everyone in the Jefferson Family as well as Mr. and Mrs.


    Hunt had dinner at Jefferson Mansion, so it was naturally lively with so many people. L had been suffering from ack of appetite


    previously, but as she sat at the dining table and stared at the dozen or so dishes on the table today, she instantly started salivating. Beside her,


    Logan urged, “Tell me what you want to eat. I’ll take the ones you can’t reach.” At the side, Lorraine tsked. “I just loathe eating with Logan.


    Did you all notice that he kept shooting daggers at me when I took a few prawns the previous time we ate together? I had no idea why he did


    that at first, but Iter learned that L loved eating prawns as well.” Startled, L then gave an embarrassed chuckle. Conversely, Logan


    shamelessly admitted, “I red at you several times then, but you just didn’t get it.” At the side, Lt made a long sound of understanding.


    “No wonder you asked the kitchens to prepare an extra te of prawns when they were cooking today. I was wondering why you did that


    since you usually don’t favor it all that much, yet you carried the dish out yourself.” Everyone else at the tableughed. Raising a hand, Old


    Mr. Jefferson pointed at Logan while directing his words to Mr. and Mrs. Hunt. “I’ve raised this brat for almost 30 years, yet he has never


    treated me with such reverence.”