Chapter 3 Have a Child

The air was silent for a brief moment. Alsa turned her head to look at the lazy and flirtatious man beside her.

Their eyes met. Ross had a faint, unreadable smile in his eyes, while Alsa remained indifferent.

"No need. I don't have that kind of demand," she said coolly.

With that, she took a step toward the villa ahead of Ross.

Ross watched Alsa's graceful figure as she walked away, the smile at the corner of his lips deepening.

Although Alsa entered the villa before Ross, when she reached the door, she deliberately slowed her pace to walk alongside him.

They were a newlywed couple. Even if they couldn't put on an act of deep affection, they should at least appear respectful toward each other.

As they stepped into the villa side by side and reached the living room, a purple clay teacup suddenly came flying toward them.

Ross swiftly reached out and pulled Alsa behind him to shield her.

The teacup struck his collarbone and then slid down to the floor.

It had been filled with hot tea, and since Ross had just come in from outside, the tea soaked his shirt, steaming in the air.

Alsa pursed her lips slightly as she stood behind Ross, wanting to check on him, but he held her hand, keeping her in place.

"You reckless brat! Is there anything you can do besides messing around all day?"

"A few days ago, there were rumors about you with a model from Vogue magazine. And now, there's gossip that you were caught by the paparazzi with your company's rising star at a hotel. Can you give me a break?"

Old Mr. Moore, the patriarch of the Moore family, was seventy-two this year. Though he was advanced in age, he was well-maintained and looked no older than sixty.

Seated on the couch, he glared at Ross with a stern expression.

Ross casually unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt and smirked lazily. "How have I not given you peace of mind? Just yesterday, I signed off on that overseas acquisition deal for you."

At Ross's words, Mr. Moore still looked displeased, but his anger had noticeably subsided.

He scrutinized Ross for a moment before gripping his cane and speaking in a serious tone. "Come here. Let me see if you got burned."

Seeing that his grandfather's expression had softened, Ross let go of Alsa's hand and strode forward. "Grandpa, who tattled on me this time?"

Old Mr. Moore had always been indulgent toward Ross. Over the years, he had turned a blind eye to his scandals. Even when punishing him, it was mostly just for show.

As Ross sat down, Mr. Moore shot him a sidelong glance. "You're not a child anymore. Act with some restraint and stop giving others leverage against you."

After reprimanding Ross, Mr. Moore turned his gaze toward Alsa. "You handled today's matter well."

"Thank you, Grandpa," Alsa responded politely.

Mr. Moore nodded. "Alsa, you and Ross are not getting any younger. Don't just focus on work-spend more time at home. I hope to hold my great-grandchild by next year."

Alsa maintained a polite smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Alright."

She stood in the living room for a moment before taking the initiative to help in the kitchen.

As soon as she was out of sight, Mr. Moore's expression darkened as he turned back to Ross. "What exactly are your intentions toward Alsa? If you don't like her, just give her a sum of money and let her go. That girl grew up under my watch-you can't keep treating her like this..."

Before Mr. Moore could finish, Ross lazily stretched out his long legs, picked up a grape, and popped it into his mouth. Chewing, he spoke with a teasing lilt, "Grandpa, do you prefer boys or girls?"

Mr. Moore was momentarily stunned, not immediately catching on. Then, realization dawned, and a delighted smile spread across his face. "You've come around? You want to have a child with Alsa?"

Ross leaned back and stretched. "Let's have one."