Chapter 317 Edmund Is My Father

• When Raphael arrived, Rachelle was already elbow-deep in suds, enthusiastically scrubbing the dishes while clad in protective gloves. Although Jensen had assured her that someone would be sent over to clean up later, she was adamant about doing it herself.
• “Mr. Hawk, how about this for a plan? From now on, you cook, I'll wash the dishes, and then... perhaps our child could clear the table?” Rachelle mused aloud, her eyes alight with visions of their future domestic bliss as she turned to Jensen with a look of joyful anticipation.
• Jensen met her gaze, his own eyes deep pools that seemed to hide an ocean of thoughts. He nodded in agreement, his voice steady, “Sounds good.”