Chapter 122

Calebe was not an obedient baby, he would be a sick baby. Moreover, he was already 800 years old, and he was no longer the age to obey orders.

However, that gentle yet not soft order was something he couldn't resist.

He took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He put on a fake smile and said, "Kaylin, you really look more and more like Frankie."

"Yes, I love him, so it's like him. I can't be a woman who makes him lose face." Moreover, she swore that she would no longer use a sword to cut down his prestige in front of others. "I want to be a woman worthy of him."

Caleb slowly retreated, avoiding the dangerous tip of the sword. He put down the vase, still holding his little hand to surrender, but still asked worriedly, "Are you really ready?"

"You don't need to know too much."

This sentence seemed to be said by Frankie. "Why? Amaya is my sister." He was also one of the people involved.