Charity gave birth to Cal after being pregnant with him for nine months, but why did he not look like her at all?

She was a little upset about that.

“I was saying that Cal should quickly grow up and be our flower boy,” Chester said honestly and shamelessly.

“In your dreams.” Charity crossed her arms and smiled at Chester. “What a naive dream.”

Chester’s face fell. “Why is it a dream? Charity, I’ve been thinking ahead since the day we got back together. We must have a wedding. I have to do it for you. Your best friends, Catherine and Freya, are getting married. Aren’t you envious at all?”

“What’s there to be envious about?” Charity said, “Weddings are so troublesome. We have to invite guests, host a reception, have a rehearsal on the wedding day, and swear to love you for my whole life in front of all family and friends. I’ve done too many wedding scenes when I was filming dramas. I’ve done historical and modern weddings twice or even thrice that I get nauseous reciting the vows.”