"Look at our fate, we are born best friends, even pregnant at the same time! Now the only hope is that you don't have a son like me. Otherwise, our arranged marriage for the kids will fall apart!"
Thinking about the possibility of a small life growing inside her, Arabella Vanderbilt's previously gloomy mood brightened instantly.
Her crimson lips curled up slightly, "But I want a son first."
There was a tiny arc at the corners of her mouth, as if even her voice carried a sweetness.
Isabella Harrison felt that now the whole car was filled with a pinkish happiness.
Enough already!
"No way! Arranged marriage, arranged marriage! You're not allowed to have my daughter-in-law in your belly!"
Arabella chuckled lightly, "I'm just saying, it's not like we can decide if it's a boy or a girl."
Isabella was a bit unwilling, "Why do you want a son? A daughter would surely be as pretty and smart as you, and importantly, would be cute when she's little!"
