She must have had her mind squashed in a door to believe in a Bigtail Wolf.
"This is the condition I agreed to with Grace Yakov," Chester Yale's thin lips paused just one centimeter away from her cherry lips, his breath hauntingly rhythmic.
"What, what?" Evelyn Sherman was completely dumbfounded.
The condition he had convinced her Mom to agree to their marriage was to take advantage of her?
Was he teasing her?
If he really dared to say that, Grace Yakov would definitely wind up her fist and beat him up!
Evelyn Sherman was about to call him a liar, but as she met his deep dark eyes, a white light suddenly flashed in her mind, and her eyes widened with realization.
"You mean..."
"Yes, I promised Grace Yakov that our second son will carry the Yakov surname," Chester Yale's thin lips slightly parted, without any intention to conceal.
Big Families always focus on heritage.
