Chapter 4313

“Didn’t Pedro get the idea from someone else? I don’t believe he came up with it on his own,” Liberty teased.

Duncan tried to defend himself but eventually admitted, “I’m just not the romantic type. That’s who I am—it’s in my nature, and I can’t change it.”

He looked at her seriously and added, “If you regret marrying me, well, too bad. There’s no turning back now. You’re stuck with a rough man like me who doesn’t understand romance.”

Before Liberty could respond, Duncan silenced her with a kiss, pulling her into his embrace.

Later, as they lay together, Liberty suddenly realized something. “You didn’t use any protection.”

“We don’t have any birth control pills at home either,” she added, narrowing her eyes at him.

Duncan shrugged. “You should be in your safe period, so it should be fine.”

“There’s no such thing as a 100% safe period. Accidents can still happen,” she reminded him.

After a brief pause, Duncan said, “Well, if you do get pregnant, then we’ll have the baby. Yangyang is already in kindergarten and studying in Wancheng. Without a little one around, the house feels too quiet.”

“But we haven’t even had our wedding yet,” Liberty pointed out. “If I’m pregnant, it’ll be exhausting to plan and attend a wedding while carrying a big belly.”

Duncan thought for a moment. “After you take them to the ancestral ceremony and officially become the head of the Feng family, we can start planning the wedding. If you do get pregnant, it won’t be too obvious right away.”

He reached out and gently touched her stomach, a hopeful smile on his face. “I’d love for it to be a girl—one who looks like you and is just as smart and adorable as Yangyang.”

Having a daughter as their second child would mean they had both a son and a daughter, and they wouldn’t need to try for a third.

Liberty studied him suspiciously. “Did you do this on purpose?”

“Do what on purpose?”

“You deliberately didn’t take any precautions because you want me to get pregnant,” she accused.

Duncan shook his head, looking innocent. “Of course not! You’ve said you don’t want a second child too soon, so I’ve always been careful. This time…I just got carried away.”

He truly hadn’t planned it. He knew how busy Liberty was and how demanding pregnancy could be. The last thing he wanted was to put more pressure on her.

How could he intentionally make her pregnant?
“How about I go out and buy you some medicine now?” Duncan asked.

Liberty chuckled. “It’s already so late. The pharmacy is probably closed by now. Besides, I’m in my safe period, so I doubt I’ll get pregnant.”

“Let’s just go to sleep.”

Duncan kissed her forehead. “Good night, honey.”

Liberty closed her eyes, but that night, she kept having dreams—dreams where she was pregnant and gave birth to a daughter.

Strangely, the baby didn’t look like her at all. Instead, she was the spitting image of Duncan.

Not that Duncan was unattractive—he was actually quite handsome. It was just the scar on his face that made him look a bit fierce.

In her dream, Duncan became a doting father, completely obsessed with their daughter. From the moment she was born, he hardly let go of her, carrying her everywhere. As a result, their little girl grew attached to him and only wanted her father.

Since Liberty was always busy managing the company, she had opted to feed their daughter formula instead of breastfeeding, making it easier for Duncan to care for her as a stay-at-home dad. Unfortunately, this only deepened the bond between father and daughter, leaving Liberty feeling slightly left out.

As their daughter grew older, Duncan proudly carried her around to show her off. Every time he met up with his friends—many of whom only had sons—he would parade his little girl in front of them, making them jealous.

“What a shameless show-off,” Liberty muttered in her sleep, laughing.

Duncan, half-asleep, nudged her. “Wife, what are you dreaming about? You look so happy.”

Still groggy, Liberty slowly opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, taking a moment to regain her senses.

So it was just a dream.

But it had felt so real—so real that, for a moment, she actually believed she had given birth to a daughter.