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?”


    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


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    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.”