My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 401

All of this thanks to Xan.

"Mommy, why do you keep staring at Pretty Sister?" Sebastian Thompson nestled in Octavia Lockwood's arms, blinking up at her with his large eyes. Octavia snapped out of her momentary daze, "Because Pretty Sister is beautiful."

"I think so too. Pretty Sister is just like mommy, the most beautiful woman in the world! When I grow up, I'll snatch her away from Uncle and make her my mommy's daughter-in-law!"

Octavia couldn't help but laugh, pinching his chubby cheeks, "Aren't you afraid your uncle might just throw you off the plane right now?"

Sebastian shuddered and immediately clammed up.

The helicopter hovered over Xanthea Haven Estate for a good two hours before finally landing.

Everyone was still immersed in the breathtaking view, reluctantly disembarking the helicopter. Sebastian, rubbing his flat belly, said, "Mommy, I'm hungry."

"Then, how about we head back and get something to eat?" Octavia suggested.

"But I still want to play."

"Come on, you've played enough for today."

"No!" Sebastian wriggled out of her grasp and ran over to Xanthea Nightshade, "Pretty Sister, I want to play more!"

But it was getting dark, and it was dinner time.

Leonard Marlowe: "Seb, how about we eat first, and then Uncle can play some video games with you?"

"No! Seb wants to play with Pretty Sister!"

Orion Lockwood's hand was already inching towards his ear when Xanthea suddenly suggested, "Why don't we have a BBQ outside tonight?"

"Sure."

As night fell and the bonfire blazed, the estate's staff gradually brought out fresh BBQ ingredients and freshly picked fruits from the orchard.

Orion stood in front of the grill, carefully turning the sizzling meats on the grate. Sebastian, standing beside him and clapping his hands, looked like a hungry little kitten, affectionately calling him "uncle" with every bite. The bright flames cast a warm glow on their faces, which bore a striking resemblance to each other, looking both elegant and adorable.

Xanthea was mesmerized. The Lockwood family genes were indeed strong; the three generations all shared a resemblance. If she and Orion had a son in the future, he'd probably look even more like them.

But a daughter? No way. A cold and indifferent daughter wouldn’t be as cute. She definitely had to look like her!

Even though she had just come of age, and Orion always took precautions no matter how indulgent he was in bed, she still allowed herself to dream of a beautiful future.

"Orion, this Xanthea Haven Estate of yours is truly a piece of paradise. Even the grapes here are sweeter than the ones back home!"