Yvonne Young did not know whether it was the romantic ambiance or something else, but she felt a strong urge to say yes.
Thankfully, she retained a shred of reason and pushed Spencer Sullivan away, "Get lost! Who wants to have a baby with you, a professional wife-killer?"
She rolled her eyes at Spencer and then pointed to the door, "Take out the trash at the door."
Such mundane instructions were like a wife telling her husband to go downstairs, and Spencer happily nodded, "Alright."
Once Spencer left and the door closed, Yvonne quietly came to the door to listen to the sounds outside.
After a while, she let out a sigh of relief and pursed her lips.
She turned to look at the two little friends who were still sitting on the floor mat playing with toys. As she walked over and prepared to squat down and join them, Yolanda suddenly looked up and asked her, "Aunt, have you made up your mind?"
Yvonne raised her eyebrows, "About what?"
