Venice's eyes widened with astonishment while still being carried by her father, her gaze curiously shifting between the two of us.
I struggled to determine the appropriate reaction to Victor's unexpected remark, especially given that he doesn't mind saying I'm his wife in the presence of the children.
But what I found even more unsettling was the intense stare from Venedict, making it evident that he was observing me closely while I held him.
"M-mommy, w-what is he saying?" Venedict stammered, clearly just waking up and appearing startled by the conversation between Victor and me.
I couldn't respond immediately to his question, especially since I didn't anticipate his awakening.
Slowly, I acknowledged Venedict's gaze, despite my inner nervousness.
Then, I gently patted his head to lay it on my shoulder, fearing Victor might catch a glimpse of his face.
