Chapter 157 Sorry

• All afternoon, Rowan was busy selecting the best items for the twins—clothes, snacks, toys. He had never been so happy about using his black card. As the night fell, the trunk of his car no longer had space.
• "Sorry, Sir. Do you mind if I put several things in the front seat?" Peter asked with his hands full of shopping bags.
• Rowan pursed his lips with his gaze fixed on the trunk. "I should have asked them to send it to Frank's address," he grumbled.