Ivana Bennett tossed her pajamas onto the bed and walked over to Olivia, starting to speak with an equally serious tone.
"Olivia, I'm really serious. I'm getting married, I want to marry him, I want to have his children!"
Olivia nodded slightly, "According to traditional Chinese medicine, you're seriously ill, beyond medical help."
"You don't understand." Ivana pulled her to sit on the bed, "I only have five years. I can't waste them."
Olivia frowned, "Has Lucas Walker got a terminal illness?"
"Don't jinx it!" Ivana immediately glared at her with wide eyes, "What terminal illness? You dare curse my husband, watch me pop you one!"
Olivia rolled her eyes, "Didn't you say you only have five years?"
"What are you talking about? In five years, Lucas Walker will succeed to the throne. Before he does, I want to have a child with him..." Ivana propped up her knees, resting her chin on them, a face full of longing, "We want to raise the child together, take him traveling..."
