My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 312

The two of them sat in a private dining room at the restaurant, bathed in warm, ambient lighting, with several exquisite dishes laid out on the table.

Landon poured her a glass of red wine and suddenly broke the silence. "News of what happened today has probably already reached your father's ears."

"I know." Melody picked up her glass and took a small sip.

"What do you think he'll make of it?"

Melody cast a glance at him. "What do you think? We're both single and unattached. Anyone would jump to that conclusion."

Landon nodded. "True. As long as you're mentally prepared for it."

"I know what I'm doing. Don't worry." Melody's gaze remained resolute.

Seraphina Simmons had already given birth.

Melody had no way back.

Landon raised his glass again. "Let's drink to a smooth success."

Today's stunt had worked out even better than he had anticipated.

Priscilla had seen them, which meant the news would definitely make its way to Eleanor.

And if the old lady knew, Lucian would find out too.

But that wasn't the most important part.

The most crucial detail was that the Monroe family would know.

When the time came, Melody's connections would provide him with a massive advantage.

...

Meanwhile, in the hospital room, Seraphina was in a fluster trying to manage Little Bean.

"Mommy, I'm hungry," the newborn's milky voice echoed telepathically in her mind.

He had just woken up from a long nap, and his little stomach was rumbling.

Seraphina couldn't help but laugh, quickly scooping him up to feed him.

The little guy drank so eagerly that he choked, his tiny face turning bright red. Panicked, Seraphina hurriedly patted his back.

"Slow down, no one is trying to take it from you."

After letting out a soft burp, Little Bean nestled contentedly against Seraphina's chest.

"Mommy, when can we go home? It's no fun here. There are always guys in white coats walking around, flipping me over like a pancake."

This was his dad. He really was as handsome as everyone thought.

Lucian smiled, setting the insulated bag on the nightstand. He unzipped it and pulled out a steaming bowl of hearty broth.

"Susan made this. Drink it while it's hot."

The rich aroma of the soup hit Seraphina, and her stomach immediately let out an embarrassing growl.

She held Hudson with one arm and reached for the bowl with her free hand.

But Lucian didn't hand it over. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful of broth, blew on it gently, and brought it right to her lips.

"I... I can do it myself," Seraphina murmured, feeling a sudden wave of shyness.

"Your hands are full with the baby," Lucian stated in a tone that left no room for argument.

Left with no other choice, Seraphina opened her mouth and accepted the bite.

The broth was thick and incredibly savory, the warmth of the spices spreading all the way down to her stomach.

Seeing this, Little Bean covered his tiny eyes with his hands. "How scandalous! Daddy is feeding Mommy."

Seraphina's face instantly flushed crimson.