"Living in our private world."
That was still Arthur Lindsey's initial response.
"Alright then."
Ella Lacey felt like that answer, although beautiful, was a bit too vague, wasn't it?
It seemed like something was being hidden.
She scratched her little head and lazily leaned into Arthur Lindsey's embrace, murmuring weakly, "Arthur, did we leave too abruptly? Neither mommy nor the little bun knows yet, right?"
"Don't worry. I already informed them last night." Arthur Lindsey's charming, limpid eyes glittered with intoxicating ripples.
Ella Lacey, lost in the tenderness he projected, suddenly realized, "So, I was the only one out of the loop!"
"Now you know as well, don't you?"
Arthur Lindsey leaned down, his noble nose lightly touching Ella Lacey's petite one, affectionately waggling, making the air seem to evaporate with sweetness.
Ella Lacey felt ticklish, her little face flushed with tipsiness, whispered in his ear, "Arthur, Uncle is still driving up front, you know."
