Logan looked away. "You mean the part where she said, ’We’ve been married so long and still have no kids—can’t you understand how badly I want to be a dad?’"
He repeated Angelica’s words word-for-word.
Selina lowered her head and murmured, almost inaudibly, "Yeah."
"You care a lot about that?" he asked.
"It’s not that... I just mean, don’t you have any thoughts about it?"
Logan’s tone was calm. "What thoughts should I have?"
"Don’t you want children?" Selina asked.
His expression softened slightly. So that’s what had been on her mind.
"Do you like kids, Selina?"
The sudden shift caught her off guard. Her tongue tangled. "I... I don’t know."
Logan seemed to understand. He didn’t press her, just laid it all out plainly.
"If you like kids and want one, then I’ll try."
He paused. "If you don’t like them, or don’t want any, I’ll respect that too."
Selina frowned. "But I’m asking what you want."
"My wants depend on you," Logan said casually. "You’re the one who has to carry the child for nine months. You’ll be the one going through everything. All I contribute is something insignificant. So I don’t think it’s my place to decide."
He wasn’t like Daniel, who dreamed of having dozens of sons. Logan was calm and rational.
"When it comes to this decision," he added, "you’re the one whose opinion matters most."
But if you asked whether he wanted kids?
Yes. He did.
Still, Selina always came first.
She looked at him.
She understood exactly what he meant—and maybe that’s why her chest suddenly tightened.
Her mother had been injected with a drug during pregnancy that left Selina born with toxins in her body. If she ever tried to get pregnant, those toxins would transfer to the baby. It would likely be fatal.
After a long pause, she said softly, "I don’t like kids."
Logan paused. "Alright."
Selina bit her lip. She didn’t know why, but a deep sadness welled up inside her.
Why did she have to be the one with this burden?
Why couldn’t her body handle pregnancy?
She would’ve loved having a baby.
"And you’re not allowed to like Angelica’s kid either," she added.
Logan glanced at her. "Why would I like someone else’s kid?"
Selina felt reassured.
After dinner, Logan went to the office, and Selina wandered into a nearby mall.
"Miss, looking for something for your husband or boyfriend?" a sales assistant asked cheerfully. "We’re running a special promotion!"
Selina realized she’d accidentally walked into the men’s section.
This wasn’t some high-end luxury store—just an affordable chain. A dress shirt cost barely over a hundred.
Logan would never wear anything like this.
She turned to leave—until the salesgirl leaned in with a conspiratorial whisper.
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