"I guess so." Kevan's voice was calm, but the smile in his eyes was obvious.

"Can you decide on the wedding now?" Dylan raised an eyebrow.

"I'll see." Kevan did not know what Larissa really wanted, so he did not dare to decide by himself.

"You'll 'see'?" Dylan was unhappy with Kevan's indecision. "If you drag this out anymore, you and Larissa will probably already have your second child!"

Kevan was helpless. "This isn't something that I can decide by myself."

"What's wrong, Mr. Rogers?" Dylan eyed him teasingly as he said, "You're already afraid of your wife now? Are you still that egotistical Mr. Rogers that I know?"

"I'm not 'afraid' of my wife." Kevan corrected him. "I am respecting my wife's opinions. A mansplainer like you will never understand."

Dylan was very indignantly confused. "Fine, fine. It is whatever you say it is." He did not want to bother arguing with Kevan.

…

When Kevan got home, it was almost 2:00 am. The house was dark, and Larissa and Aster had gone to sl