Beatrice rolled her eyes vigorously. In fact, she was underwhelmed by the names of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.

She believed that Alex would have surely disagreed and would’ve thought of better names.

However, she had overestimated Alex. He was, after all, a capable, unrivaled man who had the nick to name his daughter with something like Bubbles. Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter were already peerless names that brought a touch of idyllic appeal to him. She then saw him nodding and loo