His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1548: Not Giving You a Name_1

Chapter 1548: Chapter 1548: Not Giving You a Name_1

Chapter 1548

The two of them returned to the Feng Mansion with the news, which made Evelyn Thompson and others so happy that they immediately arranged a fireworks show and set off firecrackers to celebrate the joyous event.

That night, everyone from the East and West Wings gathered for a meal, and Chase Carrington was also present.

Chloe Collins became the center of attention, especially her mother-in-law, Evelyn Thompson, who seemed even more concerned about Chloe than Alex.

The topic naturally fell upon Carrington Enterprises.

Evelyn’s intention was to prevent her daughter-in-law from overworking, but as the president of Carrington Enterprises, it seemed inevitable.

Chase Carrington was also caught in a difficult position.

However, Chloe herself insisted that she could handle it without any impact.

In the end, Charles Carrington was again brought out to share his sister’s burden when necessary.

This barely brought comfort to Evelyn.

At night, after the banquet, Chloe finally returned to her bedroom to rest.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at herself, her stomach was still flat, but now a little life was growing there.

A product of her and Alex.

She couldn’t help but smile, her birthday wish, had come true.

A pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind, creating unmatched warmth.

"Isn’t it amazing?" He asked softly, pressing his face against hers.

She nodded, saying, "Knowing that someone lives in my stomach is mesmerizing beyond belief. What do you think, a boy or a girl?"

"Hmm... I think it’s a boy." He instinctively kissed her, continuing, "Because the gender of the baby is decided by the father, and my family tends to have more boys."

His voice was soft and deep, beautifully entrancing, like a warm summer night breeze.

She leaned comfortably against him, saying, "Yeah, it’s true. My mother was like that too, as well as on the West Wing side."

Afterwards, she asked a question most expecting parents are curious about.

"Will the baby look like you or me?"

No one knew that when she asked these questions, she wasn’t expecting any particular answer, she simply enjoyed the process.

It was a magical kind of happiness.

Alex looked at the delicate woman, at her reflection in the mirror, and gently smiled, "Whether like you or me, it will be beautiful."

"Ah... right, what kind of name do you want to give him?"

The questions kept coming.

Alex pondered for a moment, but before he could answer, he was interrupted by Chloe.

"No, I’ll come up with a name, or let my parents choose. Your naming sense is really not that good."

The man was unhappy: "Why do you say that?"

Chloe didn’t reply, her gaze shifted in a certain direction.

That was the photo wall, and one of the photos was of Alex and the Samoyed.

He understood, and explained nonchalantly: "Victor’s name, strictly speaking, is not something I named. He chose it himself."

"Let’s hear it."

"At the time, there were five names in front of him, and he only bit the note with the word ’Victor’."

She turned around and looked up at him: "So, who wrote the note?"

There was a brief silence.

A few seconds later, he couldn’t help but smile a little: "Well, it was the fifteen-year-old me."

"But, at the time, I wrote ’Victory’."

She asked again: "What about the other four names?"

"Loki, Cola, Xiao Qi, and Xiao Fan Shu."

"Were those also written by you?"

"Others wrote them."

After hearing this, Chloe immediately nodded: "Yeah, I’ve made up my mind, we can’t let you name the baby."

The scene switched, at this very moment, inside the dog house downstairs, Victor sneezed.

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